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The Cry Of A Broken Heart  ~Srimoyee Dutta I can no longer talk to you No more texts, phone calls or emails, I can no longer hug you or kiss you. All I can do is talk about you, Reminisce about the good times, Obsess over the bad. Replaying the last conversation over and over again,  Watching it all fall apart, Like a horror movie on repeat. And now I pay someone to listen, An hour a week to get out the pain. To talk about you with love, anger and pain. She calms me through the same conversations, Fears and thoughts I have to voice again and again, Will I be happy again? I don't understand what went wrong, I don't get how you could end things so suddenly! Feels like just yesterday that you were calling me "baby", And telling me you loved me ! I guess we were never meant to be, And I gave myself to you for nothing. Because now we are no longer "we", This isn't you, I can't let you go, We were different, Maybe you will change your mind. She reassures m...

  Reality Check ~Srimoyee Dutta I knew it was imminent, but that doesn't make it hurt any less For a long time we were going down different paths, But still I held on to the chance that we might go back to where we used to be I could ask you to stay, But there's really nothing left to say. I think it is going to be emotional and long But I know I am strong I guess we just grew apart But it still hurts in my heart. We went days without speaking or a single text, And all I could do was wonder what was next. Even when things were bad, I never thought this relationship would end, Broken hearts I thought we could mend As I write this, memories flood me, They remind me of all we used to be I've got no energy to cry How did we get this far, and why did something so special have to die? I knew it was over when we started doing things on our own You got so distant and I was alone There are many nights when you're all that's on my mind And days when I can't get out of my ...

Love Is Never Lost? ~ Srimoyee Dutta      He's handsome and he's tall A little bit tanned From playing football Looks like someone come from Dreamland. He looks so cute Joyful and smart Looks his best in a suit Knows how to steal the heart. I try not to get attached And keep my distance But my heart's already snatched, I'll need special assistance. He isn't mysterious, He just doesn't care. This isn't serious, It's just a dare! Every time I look at him I can't help but wonder Why couldn't I have known him, When we were a little bit younger? Maybe things would have been different  If we started talking sooner, He can't be that ignorant, I hope he sees that in the future. My heart was burnt. And my love lost. That was a lesson learnt, At a very great cost.

How is it my fault? By: Srimoyee Dutta You hoped I would be a parrot When I was not. You still had expectations Though you knew you should not. How is it my fault? As I think it is not. You painted me green and red And shoved chillies down my throat. It almost suffocated me to death. You wanted me to be a parrot, when in truth, I was not. How is it my fault? As I am sure it is not. You cage me up And hold me prisoner. But when I dream to spread my wings To fly free into the sky, You wake me up and say “You need to be a parrot, so don’t you sleep.” How is it my fault? As I know that it is not. You wanted me to imitate Repeat the words after you, But when all I could do was sing, You caged me up again. You wanted me to be a parrot, when in truth, I was not. How is it my fault? I ask again and again, Since I was so sure, that it was not. I am too wea...