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Birth Of A Broken Heart

I feel it... I feel it deep inside me.. The touch so simmed.. So pleasant... Just one look.. and tears come in my eyes They hated to see him like this They saw the awkward helpnessless present.. It can't be changed Nothing can be.. "Why do you have to go there.. Why do you have to leave me.. Why can't you stay here close to me" I asked him His eyes tried to tell me His touch tried to sooth me But nothing could reach my ears And nothing could I feel... All that I saw was he was gone He fought He became the saviour of everyone's life Mine too But he died on the front All it took was One bullet To just pierce through his heart Letting out the pain.. I felt.. He fell on the ground Left me alone with all those pleasant memories Which were buried with him After all this All that I thought of was That I was proud be in love with an army man A man of substance.
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jayeti-anand
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May 13, 2011
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