Niloy Shouvic Roy
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The Fake Eros- Voice Of A Broken Heart
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11.10: Love's Perfect Score : - Poems of Extraordinary Romance
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18 Stitches Of Love
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11.10: Love's Perfect Score : - Poems of Extraordinary Romance
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“You were stuck at your position..
I was in mine!
I told you my situation..
But you didn't care!
After all ..
My pain was only mine!”
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I was in mine!
I told you my situation..
But you didn't care!
After all ..
My pain was only mine!”
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“You are the bank,
Where I wanna open an FD,
By investing all my,
Love, Care, Time, Support, Respect and Lust,
For the lifetime.”
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Where I wanna open an FD,
By investing all my,
Love, Care, Time, Support, Respect and Lust,
For the lifetime.”
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“Now, here I lie, on this cold, sterile bed,
Staring at the ceiling, wishing I were dead.
Counting the hours, till peace comes to me,
Longing for an end, from this misery.”
― 18 Stitches Of Love
Staring at the ceiling, wishing I were dead.
Counting the hours, till peace comes to me,
Longing for an end, from this misery.”
― 18 Stitches Of Love
“Tonight my heart is crying,
With every beat, it feels like dying.
My body yearns for your warmth,
Without you, it's adrift like a boat without an oar.
My hands long to be in yours,
Together we'd never feel lost or unsure.
My eyes frantically search for you,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the one who's true.”
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With every beat, it feels like dying.
My body yearns for your warmth,
Without you, it's adrift like a boat without an oar.
My hands long to be in yours,
Together we'd never feel lost or unsure.
My eyes frantically search for you,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the one who's true.”
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