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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...

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...