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Romali Arora Oct 2015
Someday when you sit alone,
Looking back at memories, forlorn
You will realize what it is
To be standing when your other half is already gone

You will know what it is
To write letters pondering all your feelings
But when they go unreplied, unread
You will know how it makes you sad

You will feel the pain
When night turns to morning
And morning to nights
When your calls go unanswered
And when texts fetch no replies

When your tears go in vain
When your heart aches so much
That you physically feel the pain

When breathing turns to gasps
When you wake up to mornings, pillow-stained

Not forgetting what you’ll feel
When you’ll wait for hours
Just to catch my glimpse
And I’d be occupied
Just like you, right now are,
my love
While you look so longingly at the closed door
While you wait for me to come back
I’ll be happy then
In someone else’s arms
Who won my heart with a thousand efforts
When you were gone!
Someday you'll know what it is to have lost someone who's asked for nothing but your love.
Ami Shae Jun 2015
tried to save you that one last time--
you told me it would be in vain,
but i stubbornly refused to believe
that i couldn't erase your pain.

did every thing i knew to do--
held you in my arms all night long
and still i just couldn't win --
seems all my efforts were so wrong

but now that you're gone and no longer with me
i sit and weep my heartfelt tears
and i cannot help but wonder what if
we'd just had a few more good years...?
moon-kissedstar May 2015
I ran out of rhyme to make you feel,
What I keep on doing to you, is what I need-
Words to help you think that this is all real,
Yet your interest was never on my deed.

I tried- and keep on trying to continue,
This momentum felt only by few-
Though I was exhausted, tired with no clue.
Still connecting the dots you drew.
tian Mar 2015
When I gape into your eyes, I see no reflection
When I decipher your face, I see no expression
When I examine your body, I see no possession
When I stare into your lips, I see no confession

*When I look in front of a mirror, I see great depression
The title is a wordplay about Wasted Efforts.
3/19/15

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