Heartbreak
~Srimoyee Dutta
He's almost perfect, but one thing's not right,
He doesn't talk, and it makes me fight.
It hurt me so, that silent, empty space,
But still, I loved him, with a loving grace.
I left him then, to find a calmer place,
But now I'm sad, with tears upon my face.
To hurt his heart, I hurt my own much more,
And now I'm lost- like I've never felt before.
I wish he knew my love will never end,
That even now, my heart's his truest friend.
Each lonely hour, I cry and softly say,
"I miss our time, those happy, perfect days."
He is my heart, my everything I need,
A constant ache, a lonely, painful deed.
I'll keep him safe, inside my memory's hold,
Even though our story will never unfold.
His name is written deep inside my heart,
And I am his, right from the very start.
If not with him, I will sit alone and wait,
A broken toy, left by a closing gate.
A silent wish, a love that won't give in,
A whispered promise, deep within my skin.
Though we're apart, and tears may freely fall,
My love for him will answer only to his call.
This poem is dedicated to Tom in the hope that he can forgive Jerry.
This poem is dedicated to Tom in the hope that he can forgive Jerry.
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