Rhythmic Sunday - Srimayee Mukherjee

You remember her just like another name Which ran along the lane with some random faces And someone told me that LOVE is for those few brave hearts who can handle unbearable emptiness, the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself, You are a heartless, never understood what it was exactly... All that you wanted was a heart who would say " Hey we are partner in crime " And all that she wanted was a heart that would say " Hey will you be mine ."

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