It hurts so badly,
Everyday, every single night,
When I think,
Why in the world did I meet you ?

It hurts so badly,
Keeping things on my tongue,
But not letting them out,
And suffer with this inner brutal pain.

It hurts so badly,
Seeing you sad,
As if we resonate at same frequency,
And my happiness is bound with yours.

It hurts so badly,
When I ask God that inspite of me being made with soil,
Why the hell is my heart made of glass,
Which breaks to pieces everytime I think of my one-sided love.
© Yukta Rane