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Utsha Chakraborty

Romance Abstract


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Utsha Chakraborty

Romance Abstract


//Meant to be/

//Meant to be/

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Weren't we just to meant to be?

Together holding each other. 

Telling how we never want to break free. 

Smiling, crying holding tight. Close to your heart beat. 

My head on your chest listening to the rhythmic beat of the heart I once owned. 

Today sitting on my bed once which was ours I cry. 

Crying as my mind keeps reminding me of those beautiful nights we shared, wrapped in each other’s arms. 


Days during which you would hold me from behind while I cooked your favorite pasta.

Kissing under the shower as your hands washes my soul clean. 

Thinking about all those nights in which you held me close and loved every inch of my body. Worshipped the souls melting in each other as we became one.

I can still shape you when I close my eyes, your beautiful eyes and those ruffled hair. 

Now you are just a faded memory in my head. 

The scar which tells a story a story I am scared to share. 

And when I open my eyes today I only feel so lonely because I realize I'm all alone without you by my side. 


And that my lips are not on yours anymore and I don’t have your arms to make me feel safe.

Without the sound of your heat beat close to me, mine seems to stop. 

When the world is moving I feel like running away, away from the life I never wished to be in. 

A life without you. 

I don't have you anymore. 

I'm all alone, but this was your fault and I was blamed. 

Tears were real, and situations were blamed. 

We couldn't keep going.

We couldn't keep our promises. 

It was killing you and it killed me. 

Today dead in my dreams. I free my soul from the pain I never wanted to gain. 

These drops of blood will tell you the rest of the story. 

The story you never heard. 


Long lost was my love, dead was my soul and hidden were my feelings. 


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