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  Wheel Of Love💞 ~Srimoyee Dutta                      I tell everyone including myself, That I'm over you, but I'm really not. I think about you less and less, But maybe that's because I've gotten  Better at pushing the thoughts out. The thoughts of how much i need you, Your touch, your taste, your mind, your love, And I've been able to control them. But when the city sleeps and control slips, All the thoughts pour back into my mind. I still love you baby, But the only one to know, Is my drenched pillow at 4 am. Because when I talked to you, I knew it was true, That I would fall in love with you, And for six whole months,  you loved me too! Now I can't get over you. My heart feels torn, And ripped apart, Cause I'm right back at the Start. As I sit here crying, needing, wishing, That you were here with me!

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...

  The Staircase to Heaven ~Srimoyee Dutta        On a bright, summer day, the residents of Oklahoma were all busy with their house chores as the weekend rolled on. Kids were playing in the park, and almost everyone else was inside their house, enjoying the summer with a bowl of ice-cream and their cool parlor from the air-conditioning. Our story takes place in one such house, where Noah Stark and his wife, Ella Stark were enjoying an early Sunday brunch. The loving couple had recently shifted to the neighborhood, after their marriage five months ago. It was a quiet place, and almost all residents knew each other. The neighborhood felt like an extended family.  On this particular day, it happened to be Ella's birthday, her first birthday since she married Noah. She had expected it to be very special, and so it had been. She had woken up to sweet good morning kisses, and had a perfect hot bath. She was treated to the most amazing Sunday brunch she could have ...