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Double I gave part of me to you When we became a couple You took it when you left Now I'm missing you double Gone with you was my heart You've had it since we met that day Now there's a giant hole Where your love used to stay Missing you still presently I never forgot anything about you Your hair , your eyes , your smile , Your voice , and what it can do Forever , eternally , infinitely You will remain alongside me Visions of you are what get me through Your memory must be a disease ©Schizology Double #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart #missed

Double I gave part of me to you When we became a couple You took it when you left Now I'm missing you double Gone with you was my heart You've had it since we met that day Now there's a giant hole Where your love used to stay Missing you still presently I never forgot anything about you Your hair , your eyes , your smile , Your voice , and what it can do Forever , eternally , infinitely You will remain alongside me Visions of you are what get me through Your memory must be a disease ©Schizology Double #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart #missed

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Eroded I've been trapped within a storm Inside my chest since you left And my heart has been eroding from The storm that has me surrounded ©Schizology Eroded #Eroded #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart

Eroded I've been trapped within a storm Inside my chest since you left And my heart has been eroding from The storm that has me surrounded ©Schizology Eroded #Eroded #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart

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Unfortunate Thrown to the dogs Tossed away like trash Forgotten about us seems I thought we had a wonderful past Rolled up like newspaper Then used to swat flies Yesterday's news it seems I thought we had some great times A hit and run accident Damaged beyond repair Written off like a tax credit I thought we formed a great pair Like I tripped and fell Injured with a giant sling I need crutches due to you I guess we weren't that much of a thing ©Schizology Unfortunate #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart

Unfortunate Thrown to the dogs Tossed away like trash Forgotten about us seems I thought we had a wonderful past Rolled up like newspaper Then used to swat flies Yesterday's news it seems I thought we had some great times A hit and run accident Damaged beyond repair Written off like a tax credit I thought we formed a great pair Like I tripped and fell Injured with a giant sling I need crutches due to you I guess we weren't that much of a thing ©Schizology Unfortunate #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Broken💔Heart

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White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

White वो रास्ते भी क्या रास्ते थे, जो हमें मंज़िल तक ले जाते थे। कभी धूप में, कभी छाँव में, हम चलते रहे, सफ़र के साथ। हर मोड़ पर, हर इक ठहराव में, मिले हमसे कुछ किस्से नए। कभी हँसाए, कभी रुलाए, वो रास्ते भी हमें सिखाते गए। कभी ठोकरें खाईं, कभी गिरकर उठे, मंज़िल की ओर बढ़ते गए। वो रास्ते हमें समझाते रहे, कि संघर्ष ही है असली जीत का रास्ता। ©Ajita Bansal #Thinking poem of the day

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Fate Wanting to be with you... It was pure instinct Having lost you.... The feeling is so distinct Through the years.... I've had time to think I can only blame myself.... For this jinx ©Schizology Fate #fate #Broken💔Heart #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Fate Wanting to be with you... It was pure instinct Having lost you.... The feeling is so distinct Through the years.... I've had time to think I can only blame myself.... For this jinx ©Schizology Fate #fate #Broken💔Heart #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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Maybe 2 Maybe, I was wrong Maybe, I took too long Maybe, I was late Maybe, it was fate Maybe, something I lacked Maybe, I fell off track Maybe, it was meant to be Maybe, you needed to be free Maybe, I should have known Maybe, it's because you've grown Maybe, you're better without Maybe, you had a doubt Maybe, I'll learn to forget Maybe, that's what I'd regret Maybe, I'll see you again Maybe, I don't know when Maybe, to stop me from sinking Maybe, it's just wishful thinking ©Schizology Maybe 2 #maybe #Broken💔Heart #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Maybe 2 Maybe, I was wrong Maybe, I took too long Maybe, I was late Maybe, it was fate Maybe, something I lacked Maybe, I fell off track Maybe, it was meant to be Maybe, you needed to be free Maybe, I should have known Maybe, it's because you've grown Maybe, you're better without Maybe, you had a doubt Maybe, I'll learn to forget Maybe, that's what I'd regret Maybe, I'll see you again Maybe, I don't know when Maybe, to stop me from sinking Maybe, it's just wishful thinking ©Schizology Maybe 2 #maybe #Broken💔Heart #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart

In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young man named Arjun, whose passion for music was known far and wide. He played the violin with a soul-stirring grace that could turn the hardest heart soft. His melodies were the lifeblood of village celebrations, and his presence brought joy to everyone around him. One day, a new resident came to town—a girl named Meera, who had a gentle spirit and a love for the arts. Her arrival was marked by the soft strum of a guitar she carried with her, a piece of her old life now tangled with dreams of the future. She and Arjun soon crossed paths, their shared love for music weaving an invisible bond between them. Arjun was captivated by Meera’s talent, and together they began creating music that transcended words. Their duets were magical, blending the violin’s poignant melodies with the guitar’s warm harmonies. The village marveled at their performances, often gathering to hear the enchanting music that flowed from their combined efforts. Their connection grew deeper with each passing day, and what began as a musical partnership blossomed into a profound, unspoken affection. Arjun’s heart swelled with every note he played for Meera, and she felt the same way, though she never voiced it. They became inseparable, their lives intertwining like the strings of their instruments. But as seasons changed, so did the winds of fate. Meera received a letter with an opportunity to study music in a distant city—a chance she had dreamed of since childhood. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, but so was the sorrow in Arjun’s heart. He knew that this was an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, yet the thought of losing her was unbearable. On the eve of her departure, Arjun and Meera performed one final duet under the starry sky. The notes they played were heavy with emotion, each melody a silent plea to stay. The music, once so joyful and uplifting, now carried the weight of their unspoken words. As the final chords faded into the night, Arjun took Meera’s hand, his voice trembling. “You’ve given me more than just music, Meera. You’ve given me a piece of your heart, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to let go.” Meera’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Arjun, I’m taking a part of you with me too. Your music has been my guide, and though I’m going away, know that every note I play will be a reminder of us.” With a heavy heart, they parted ways, their shared dreams now separated by distance. Meera ventured into the city, where her talent flourished, and she became a celebrated musician. But no matter how successful she became, the memory of Arjun’s violin and their shared melodies stayed with her. Back in the village, Arjun continued to play his violin, but the music felt different. The joy was tinged with a melancholy that couldn’t be shaken. He poured his heart into every performance, each note a tribute to the love that once was. Years passed, and Meera returned to the village, her fame preceding her. She sought out Arjun, and when they reunited, the bond between them was still palpable. They played together once more, their music filled with both the joy of reunion and the sorrow of lost time. Their story, a love born from broken strings and tender notes, was a testament to the beauty of music and the pain of separation. Though their paths had diverged, their hearts remained forever intertwined, bound by the melodies that first brought them together. And so, in the village where their love began, Arjun’s violin and Meera’s guitar continued to play, each note a reminder of a love that, though fractured, was never truly lost. --- ©twisha ray The Melancholy of Broken Strings #trnojo62 #Broken💔Heart

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White शाख से टूट कर हम जाये तो कहाँ कोई ठिकाना नहीं, न कोई आशियाँ वक़्त का परिंदा किस भरम मे उड़ा कैदखाने ही मिले उसे यहाँ-वहाँ आलम-ए-बेरुखी किसने दी मुझको मै भटक रहा हूं कब से वीराने में यहाँ akashh_bharti ✍️ ©Guftgoon Lafzon Se (GLS) #sad_shayari #alone #feelings #life #GuftgoonLafzonSe #FeelAndTalk #sad #Broken #Shayari #poem

White शाख से टूट कर हम जाये तो कहाँ कोई ठिकाना नहीं, न कोई आशियाँ वक़्त का परिंदा किस भरम मे उड़ा कैदखाने ही मिले उसे यहाँ-वहाँ आलम-ए-बेरुखी किसने दी मुझको मै भटक रहा हूं कब से वीराने में यहाँ akashh_bharti ✍️ ©Guftgoon Lafzon Se (GLS) #sad_shayari #alone #feelings #life #GuftgoonLafzonSe #FeelAndTalk #sad #Broken #Shayari #poem