Tripsha Ghosh

(18 june 1997)

My Broken Heart


As i sit alone here thinking abou you,
My face get wet with tears past due,
I never thought we would be apart,
I never thought you will break my heart,,,

He always said 'You can't love me,
You can't understand me',
But how would i say to him,
That how much i love him,

But now everything is just past,
The love of mine is just last,
Now here i go again,
Fallen hard, so deep,
but this time it's different,
this is one i want to keep.......

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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  • Shraddha The Poetess (3/6/2014 3:05:00 AM)

    a good poem...
    according to me there is something good behind anything bad.......
    so think positive................ (Report) Reply

  • Utsav Patel (3/5/2014 1:57:00 AM)

    Umm... I think mutual understanding is the other side of coin of love..
    So he or you never understood each other.. So eventually it didn't work it out..
    Anyways this is life..
    Happens (Report) Reply

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