Let's forget with generosity those...

Hey!
I am plain writing. I think I wanna pen my feelings... I don't know where to start or how to shape it, it's been too long I wrote or read a good article. So this started after I saw a movie, and It made me cry. I am not a crier, I don't cry often or too easily. I am pretty strong.
The movie is called Picture Perfect, So in short what I noticed in this movie was - Kate (Jennifer Aniston) is a Good Girl to a Bad Guy but a Bad Girl to a Good Guy.
And I noticed I have had so many of these characters in my life. I hate how much power does one human have over another... but they so casually fail to use it, in a good, happy way.

I'm done dreamin' old dreams, wishin' old wishes, like hopin' you'ld be back again!

I hate how they can make your day by just a Hey there! text and you can be passing smiles at your recently made enemies and baffle them as to wtf's up.
I hate how they can make you wait for a text for over a week and then bump into you at a party and act like everything's just the same and pick up feelings from right where they dropped them, the last time that they met you.

I hate humans and their imbecilic lack of intellect.
Everyone is waiting for a miracle instead of being a miracle or their Mr/Ms Right to walk in, instead of being one. Everyone says they would make such a great husband but they just have not found the right one yet, So who are all those different women every night of the week? Friends?
Who are these women that tag pictures with you on Facebook? Friends?
Did you ever try to know anything about them, other than how it feels to be inside of them?
Did you ever try to study each one's psychology? How all of them are same yet so different. Did you even try to know them? like them? know how different each one of them is, how special one of them can be to you? Did you try to know how she peels oranges in a single strip, how everything heart-breaking never destroys her, how positive she is, how everyone other than you is in love with her, how crazy she is.

Eventually one of the two things will happen. He will realize you're worth it, or you'll realize he isn't!

Do you know she has had a tongue piercing? or that She is a Goddess of positivism and you make her so cynical.. and you wring her brain like you wring your damp hand-towel. Do you know you make her sick and everytime that she still gives you another chance, you never fail to disappoint her. Do you know all her friends hate you? Do you know she was a goth once? or that she wanted to worship the Satan? or that she wanted to be everything a person can be? Have you ever discussed her dreams or told yours, like normal people do. Do you know anything about her, other than..

Today I thought of you when I realized I hadn't thought of you at all!

Did you ever wonder why she is next to you after how you take your end minute trips and never tell her in advance... but why will you, right? why should you? I mean, you are not tied down to her. Your name means Free, and thus you are.

Y'know they are the type who would go to a Restaurant and want what is being eaten by the other guy in the Restaurant and not what they ordered, I hate how they can mean so much to you but not even appreciate it.
I hate how they can wake up one day and text you to tell you that they are leaving your country... for good and when you get all heart-broken like a pup and they sense it, they will tell you that they will miss you like crazy but would do nothing to change it. They will tell you they are leaving your country and then will actually do it. I hate how they never realize how much you like them when you are at their doorsteps at quarter to 12 in the midnight on a Wednesday night for their Thursday birthday, with a cake, in your favourite beautiful blue Maxi dress and matching blue ear-rings... and being the only one there.
And then you sleep together, and then he forgets to drop you to your car... But calls you next day, but don't get your hopes high, only to ask if the cake is eggless??? cuz his colleague is a vegetarian.
And then go out the Thursday night on their birthday, with their friends (All girls) and not even invite you.
Respectful.

He was playing all these games and I didn't even know their names or the rules!

And I hate how goodbyes feel, they hurt my throat. and I hate all those people who choose to say goodbyes without hoping they didnt have to.

What did you really think she was gonna do, she's a real woman, not a doormat for you!

I wish they are happy wherever they are and I also wish I never meet any such, in my future. This is one basket of men that I think are confused, disgusting, immoral and possess anything but a heart... and I am the happy, free-spirit who would want nice people around me, and not people who calculate others or don't get attached or say "I miss you!" and make your day and change your mood and push you a further deeper in like with him and bring on those puppy eyes in you, without they even understanding the second word of the text they just sent!

Perhaps we give the best of our hearts uncritically! To those who hardly think about us in return.

They are a whole new race.
They take nothing from you, maybe the jewelry you left behind at their place the other night (and they never tried to return it to you)... and they leave you with finding their look-alikes worth five looks.
Hate em.

:)

Cold Games

That slide set was treacherous,

Your games were making fun of us,

You were so busy having too much fun,

That you didn't care it could have made me fall in love!

But you didn't know I am the cold one,

Did you, babe?  I don’t think you know about anyone,

I knew you were the wrong one,

From the moment you said your name,

And I guess I was too drunk in ignorance,

Guess who will win this game..

I learnt everything you ever had time to tell me about yourself,

But do you still forget I work on weekends?
I learnt you never apologize to anyone,
Not cuz u r always right but cuz u run away from situations!

Knowing you felt like hating the same person, every week,

Hating you was like having to wring my head so cruelly,

Forgetting you was like thinking about u ten times more,

Thinking about u was to only conclude you are the biggest asshole.

So babe, Wasn't there always someone else?

I reckon that’s the Problem with men,

They put women on shelves to pick them,

when they might want one again.

And there is something cold-dead underneath the left side of ur ribs,

and now I know why you feel as cold as you always did.

And so I put my red lipstick on,

I go out, meet people and never drink alone,

I never look around, waiting, scanning doors,

My mind doesn’t echo douchey names,

My head knows no headache, my heart remembers no pain,

My company is never unpredictable,

You winning this game is gonna be, sadly, impossible!

You're never here.

It’s like I saw the Moon

and hoped of the night we would lay together

And see those stars shine for you.

While, maybe, you sat by your window with her or some another,

And used the Moon to lit up your room,

And maybe you used it to the things you do.

So, what makes you so detached?

What makes you all assholes?

What makes it so hard to fall in love?

Maybe I just think too much.

And I am sick and tired of your lack of morals,

And I am sick and tired of all of you,

You all come in like the most harmless animal,

Then prove how human are you!

I am done thinking you are the one,

Cuz from there, I have met 22 more Yous.

It’s like we jumped off the plane,

And you wore a parachute,

I always failed to be on the same page,

But you all, always found a new whats-her-name.

You are like Santa Claus,

You are the sliding set, and I am the one that falls,

You are the Good Guy, You are the God,

You are the Tooth Fairy, You are illusion.

You are everything that’s not there, imagination.

Shakespeare

Oh! She doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her heart too rich for use, for Earth too dear!

  

Signs He’s a Douchebag

“You sleep together, he drops you off the same night and says, ‘well, thanks for coming out,’” Laura.

“Any guy who makes you feel insecure on purpose is a douche.” Gavin

“You’re sleeping together but can’t be Facebook friends. Red flag!” Brenda

“Flipping off the camera is lame,” Melanie

“He says it’s cool if you see other guys while he is sleeping with you.  Ladies, this is not someone you want to spend time with.  What dude wants to share that?” John

 “He doesn’t text you back.  Everyone has their phone with them 24x7.  It’s a sign he only cares to speak to you when it’s convenient for him,” Alex

“He texts you at 2:00AM to hang out,” Stacey

“If he’s texting while you’re out at dinner or going to the bathroom with his phone, he’s likely texting someone else,” David

“If you have been seeing one another for six months and you’re not exclusive, you’re being used,” Mike

“You have met him 10 times and he always says ‘nice to meet you’,” Kellie

“He won’t return the jewelry you left at his house, even through his doorman,” Stacey

“You have been sleeping together and doing “couple things” and he refers to the time you spend together as “hanging out”,” Michael (Note: BDC gives a big thumbs-up to this one. So disrespectful).

“The following happened to someone I know…she went on a date with this guy and after they kissed he told her he was married,” Heather

“You catch him in a lie and he tries to lie his way out of it,” Desiree

“He puts his phone on silent around you,” April

“He won’t let you use his phone without freaking out,” Annie

“He thinks Happy Hour is a date,” Stacey

“He wants you to be at his beck-and-call but when you call, it’s radio silence,” Rachel

“He disappears when you already have plans to hang out, and then the next day tells you that he fell asleep at 8pm and that he has sleeping pattern issues and that a proof of this issue is that he was born asleep….yeah, true story!” Francesca

“He goes on a business trip and you don’t hear from him until he gets back,” Faith

“He asks you to pay for dinner and then wants your leftovers!” Lindsey

“He starts dating you…and later informs you that he is still living with his ex-wife..wait you mean..YOUR WIFE!!!!” Kaley

  Bring you to a bar for a 1st date instead of dinner and coffee…..total Douche!

Cage me..

We all carry, amongst us, those things,

That we do not wear for anyone to see,

They weigh us down like anchors,

They drown us down at Sea,

I carry with me, thy memories,

Of the only thing I have left of thee,

I could write you a poem,

But I am running out of techniques,

To show to you how I feel,

Why I feel what I feel.

And our hearts are like birds, born to set free,

Except now that I have found you,

And I wish I could cage your heart till eternity,

or you would cage mine and never set it free.

Unless it is to travel the distance that made fools of us,

Unless it is to land on the soil where you’ld return.

I remember you as what I last saw of you,

Those American arms that held on to me tightly as we slept,

Like they would never let me go, (but they left,)

And I quietly wondered if that was your way ,

Or did you feel pity to see me so broken to know you’ll fly away?

I remember your bukky smile,

Always made me laugh when I couldn’t help but cry,

I remember your voice, it brought happiness via Skype,

I remember that long neck, so just, fair and right,

I know now what separates us,

So shall I still miss you as a secret,

That women keep and never tell?

Or should I whatsapp you that I miss you,

and wait with baited breath to read - there's nothing you can do!

Was it so easy? 
Oh! Had it snowed here too!
Or your cold land had Equator running through,
Or Had God taught Indians the art of coldness,
of how to be practical and care less.

Oh! I still miss you, Blame it on my Indian heart,

blame it on a girl's emotional brain, blame it on your MEH-full charm,

So, maybe it will stay as a secret in me,

because maybe you are not even worth all this poetry,

You walked away! You set me free!
to silently live on when you knew you could save me,

from being weighed down whilst carrying your memories.

Pablo Neruda

"I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.” 
― Pablo Neruda

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."
- Pablo Neruda

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."
-Pablo Neruda

“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land” 
― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” 
― Pablo Neruda


“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us” 
― Pablo Neruda



“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.” 
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair



“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?” 
― Pablo Neruda

Different Morals

I think I am sentimental.

I think I am sentimental about a few things. Too much.

I think I feel. A lot.

Lot more than I should. About things that are useless, if you measure their worth, if you can calculate their value.

And people.

People who can’t help me, WILL NOT help me. That’s not what they are here for, they are here for a good time. YOU are the good time, they are gone as soon as they find a replacement. Not that you weren’t good, but they like variety, Infinite variety! They will be back soon, to leave, to return and this goes on and on.

And my problem is, I am sentimental about holding hands. The magic in the air, the miracle that appears, the happiness in the ambiance, the unexplained twinkle in my eyes, the boom-boom they put in to my heart, and all that crap.

I am sentimental about men texting me first, after we have spent a night together.

About them walking me to the door/car, opening doors, about chivalry.

I am from the 18^th Century, men don’t understand that. I fail to express why I am how I am. They think I am weird, I think they are licentious. It’s a battle of different morals. Different Morals, explained.

About spending nights together, doing things together that create memories, not having sex but sleeping together, literally. Cuddling, talking, holding hands, discussing ambitions, dreams, dream-jobs that everyone has; secrets, that no one knows.

I want men to know just because we are together in a room, drinking/drunk, we don’t have to make out. You don’t have to be a physically starving pig.

I want men to know that I give u a part of me when I kiss you, I don’t kiss everyone. I wont ask you not to kiss someone else, but it will hurt me, I will feel disappointed and disrespected.

And I hate Disrespect. Respect is God to me. But most people take it as a word they hear.

And now I look back, men I left, men who left me… I look at them on facebook, I see their pictures, they look happy.

Everyone found someone, the jerks are still jumbling women, sleeping with a different woman every night. I wonder how they don’t get sick of watching a different bed each night. Another woman, another way of talking, another pair of eyes, feet, another phone number, another voice, accent, hands, way of dancing, another choice of drinks, restaurants, dressing. But then they prefer variety.

Then I look at the good men I have had in my life, who left because they had to and those who I left cuz I had to. They have found another good girl, I will be mean enough to add, not as good as me.. but they did. I am happy for them, sometimes it makes me sad, a little jealous. But they deserve it. They deserve what they have, everyone does.

Its just living lonely, feels good, just not right.

And I am a sentimental person.

Better in time :)

I never watched your movie, but I guess I do agree with the quote,

And today completes 6 months of you having gone,

Oh! I missed you for this long.

And I cant somehow seem to forget you,

But don’t blame me that I didn’t try to!

But I couldn’t find anyone as close as nice as you,

Hah! U wont blame me for that, would u?

Like, you said “You cant ever find a substitute for me.”

Well, guess I am learning that u weren’t joking.

I know comparisons are thieves of joy,

and I shouldn't sit alone and compare,

But you packed away the joy in your suitcase,

And I stood there praying with all my heart,

That u would just turn around and bring them back.

I know u are with someone else now,

I would never try to reach you,

But I miss you, I miss you every second,

I miss you when someone calls me dear

And I smile cuz It reminds me how I hated being called that before

And so you used to keep on calling me that.
And No one else notices how I frame my sentences with "So",

It makes me smile and a pensive feeling comes over me.

I wanna tell you how much u mean to me,

How much you did, and ur vanishing away without explanation

Did kill huge respect I had for you,
and I am sure what you did, gave me an easier, less hurtful life. 
It was the way you did it that hurt.

And u had shown feebleness of character in doing so, just like the others.

Or maybe I just judged u wrong, you were one of "the others".

How absurd this long interval of time did not banish

My agitation and hurt into distance n indistinctness.

But it did that, for you, in a change of a date.

I had too strong a regard for u to be wholly estranged,

But, for you, forgetting was too easy

To wake up next to somebody

And decide to cut off with me completely

If u never knew, u meant a lot to me.

Im not sure if I loved you

But this hurts a lot like love

So, this big world did swallow u in, eh?

Every now and then something reminds me what I ought to forget,

And it agitates those feelings I have been wishing death.

For u should know, how hopeless my case is

I have a folder with ur name on it

In my mail box and an album in my Facebook.

But human brain is full of too much pride,

I will never reach u until I die,

I am sure time will heal the pain,

Even if time can not erase.

And one day talking about u will not make me weak,

And, without being about to break down, I would be able to complete.

And on a lighter note, at least our union wasn't as fruitless as I see,
You brought "Meh" in dictionary, I brought "Crappy". :D

Here's to you!

Here’s to you, for being a good guy so far,
Sometimes for pissing me off and then ignoring my calls,
But sometimes forgetting to act like a dick,
& for walking up to me when I’m busy acting like a jerk,
Persevering through all my mood swings,
and our busy schedules cuz of work.

At your place, there’s home to me,
Where u r busy calling the Land of Assholes,
And I sit down chilling in ur balcony,
As I am busy chugging your beer bottles,
And felicity when you bring your cheerful self there,
although after an hour!
To hug me and tell me “I missed you babe”,
And you hold on a minute too long,
And that makes my heart smile,
You always do, like at this very point of time.

And I miss you now that you have gone,
and I miss everything I have discovered about you,
And I know I haven't been too nice and sweet,
a little weird and hard to keep,
I miss your formal dressing and basketball shorts,
I miss how its too cold for you when it totally is not,
I miss how annoying your ticklish skin makes me than it ever makes you,
I miss having beer while you are on a phone call,
I miss your voice singing Country songs to me,
I miss your puppy countenance lying next to me,
I miss never being able to finish watching a movie together,
But still believing and coming up with one that’s better.

Home, to me, is where we drink beer watching movies all night,
Happiness is watching you in a party, even if you are not acting mine,
Money, to me, is the compliments you give from your heart,
Smiles are the nights when I'm in your arms. :)

Here's to you,
and I hope you were here too!

Something Rotten in your Heart

"O, what men dare do! What men may do! 

What men daily do, not knowing what they do!"

What light through your window breaks?

That makes you so cold yet so brave?

So exceptionally nice it makes you,

and makes you humanly strange,

That (,to you,) relinquishing someone is an art,

Too simple to play with, too plain,

And you still possess the courage,

to fall in love again.

You do what you wish,

And you never run out of fish,

You easily breathe life into glaciers,

But fail to breathe life into your own skin,

You get her to wonder she might love thee,

But never on those lines, you think.

What fool those 119 “Good nights” make of a girl,

That the connection she once wore like a diamond dangler,

Now, among her friends, is picked up to embarrass her,
your acquaintance brings in violent delights and mighty feelings, unfair,
and knowing you better chokes one down with nights full of sighs and despair,

You might disagree with all that stone you got under your left shoulder,

But everything is frozen in the country of your heart,

And the paintings in your Drawing Room,

are Art Fogery but you still address to them as Art.

Your Castles are built in a country,

 where people are votaries to Coffee,

Arrows, your Cupid, decides not to carry,

But is accompanied with treachery,

Your understanding measures emotions with an Inchie-tape,

And then reduces the numbers with a heavy weight,

Your strange look-out to life,

 is as sur-real as of what the dreams are made,

But there is not plenty of time to sleep,

Lest I’m in my grave.

Exotic...

She wears her dresses like She is a beauty doll,

But she won’t believe if you call her beautiful,

He looks at her like she is his All,

But ends up taking home another girl,

He thinks she is laughing with other boys

But he has no clue,

She has her eyes on him and her,

 till they leave for his room.

She thinks she likes him,

but another minute she is not so sure,

His absence makes her life incomplete,

But his presence makes her feel insecure.

She notes down every little thing he says,

and the way, things, he does,

but she will never let him know

how bad he has got her.

She will lead him on then push him out,

Maybe She tests him, maybe that’s just her type,

She shuts the door, locks him out,

But waits every second for him on the other side.

He sees in her Mystery,

hard to solve, harder to reveal,

Maybe she is a Wild heart caught in humans,

atleast, that’s what she believes,

His bond with being a Jerk is way too strong,

And for her that just won't do,

And maybe they are a little too wrong

and all this - a little too soon.

Lake Night

It was a hot night, Moon shone and the wind blew,

You wore a white tee, looking much younger than you ever looked,

You took me to a Cafe & pulled out a chair for me, 

&  we sat down to have drinks with a lake-facing view so pretty.

We sat, talking about everything,

My work, your work, my country, your country,

You behaved like you possess the whole Cafe's decency.

Who would have thought the night would see you kissing me.

You know you are from another time,

You dress up like us but u act so nice,

Like you always message in the morning,

After every night we meet,

And You ride ur bike in a way that I forget to breathe,

N You compliment things I can't believe,

& pick me up like I'm as light as a leaf

Technically sweeping me off my feet. 

Roots..

Your eyes twinkle like there are hundred Suns in it,

And you wear a happy smile that changes everything,

And you jerk your head and ask “How you doing?”

When everyone else is drinking,

And I thought Yeah he is kinda good-looking.

You have the stupidest taste in movies,
The kinda "Comedy" to which I'ld have to fake a smile,
and that makes you so cute and my friends ask me-
"D'you like him?" and I effortlessly lie.

I was stuck on him and my crazy friend was obsessing over you,

I doted on your happy vibes and you thought I was cute,

You speak words like “totes”

 that I just wanna write down,

I thought U were extremely hot,

cuz you pulled my hair when we kissed on your couch.

But Everytime I drove to your place was like driving past his,

& Every word you say, sounds just like him

I thought I could be using you!

With everything else, you were an Apple addict

But I thought you might be a little different too,

And then you went ahead and acted like a dick,

And I was sure I had to be losing you.

  

I was right there waiting in the backroads that night,

and I saw your Suns fade, which once shone too bright.

Love, Pain and all those crazy things

"but she had prejudices; she had a value for rank and consequence, which blinded her a little to the faults of those who possessed them."




"You know what sucks more than him just relinquishing me.... that I was scared to question him what ever made him do so! But so miserably he behaved, my strong pride would not admit him to be worth thinking of again."

Go explore your world

I thought one of these days, I will wake up next to you.,
and the rest of the day, I will see your bukky moves,
and then sit on the top of your car and drink the sun away,
and go to sleep in your arms, Is that too much for which I prayed?

But fate had his scorching Sun on me and black clouds on you,
Oh I wish we were just together, here, there, anywhere.
Just that I could see you whenever I wished to.

If I try to forget you,

I’ll be the biggest enemy of my heart,

But it gets so tough living without your little rabbit acts.

I saw the shiniest heart you hide

Under the conceited grin,

I don’t care if I stay in your life,

I will always be happy you exist.

Isn't that unrealistic?

That's what you did to me!

Oh! I was revengeful to see something 

I care for go away from me.

But I will let you be with whoever you want, 

if she likes you as close to I like you or more,

You should know you don’t deserve any less.

And maybe one day time will erase the power you have over me

And the power to take with you the life of  my city.

And maybe I will let someone run in my mind for a second.

And I thought I would always know,

The day I will fall for someone,

I don't know if I have, but I miss you more with passing day,

although the memory, once-so-fresh, starts to fade,

but everything around me reminds of you

the words people say, who do I blame?

You tore my heart open, without letting me know.

You live the life you want and when you are done,

Come to me, back home.

I will be here,

I will never go.

Since Crappy became a word!

I am glad we had the “Dear John” beginning

But we shall change the ending.

I love this city’s nights,

But they are haunted, without you.

I loved our time,

But now they are even more wanted, without you.

God forbid, you have a bad day, just look out of your window

And think of me, u r never alone.

I am right where you left me, thinking of you,

Despite the Time zone gap.

I think about you from after I wake up to before I go to sleep,

And then I hope to touch you in my dream.

This city seems damped after you have gone,

I have google map-ed Hartford, where you belong,

Next to the ocean, I imagine tall buildings around you,

And lots of coffee-holding fast-pacing people surround you,

But only if Hartford could be at the distance of Defence Colony,

I would sneak out every night so, together, we could be,

Sometimes I wish I could just devour you in,

And breathe you in with each pore on my skin,

So you would be so close to me and I could take ages to let you go again,

Or record your way of talking and play it all over again,

Just like I play it in my head,

And replay it to my friends when I go to a bar,

with the amusing story that became ours,

cuz these drinks are just poison,

and their laughter but noises,

until you are the one we talk about,

and talk about you till the bar shuts down.

With every passing second, everything that you did to me,

gets engraved deeper in my memory,

So now It will be hard to forget you,

Do I think I can forget you?

With all the celestial greatness you possess,

I would have made you up, if you didn’t exist.

I know distance makes it so hard,

And its so mind-tiring to be so far,

but never wonder if someone else is my world,

Its been you since “Crappy” became a word! :’)

When Romeo & Juliet died...

(Attempt at writing from the guy's side)

Since the time we had, could be counted on our fingertips,
It always made you cry, but you would rather try to smile with your lips,

but tonight, You turned your back to me, as we sleep,

I know it’s killing you that I move out in 2 days time,

You act like you have slept; with your mouth full of sighs,

with your hand next to your face, and not mine!

I know you're awake 'cause you shake when you cry,

and the hand next to your face kept to silently wipe your tears dry,

It surprises me how emotional you are, so I'll hold you tight,

as you secretly pray to the Sun to take longer today to rise!

I know why you are hiding your tears,

as you lay here trying to turn the hands of time,

Because you feel I’ll find you weird,

To be burning hot in emotions for someone so cold inside.

I dont know what scares you so much,
You once said, you are scared that this big world will swallow me,
I think it's cause you feel that we just got here,
and it's already time for me to leave,
and then you will have to over-think who am I with,
or are you scared cause you think you will find a better me?

But, You should know,

I wont be here to hold you when you will be upset,

And the last I shall be here is tomorrow,

And this pain would rise in you, every time the Sun would set,

And you will have to deal with it alone.

Honestly, I don't know What am i supposed to do 

when tears in your eyes,

Are more than the stars in the sky,

with more melancholy in your forced smiles,

Than there were when Romeo & Juliet died...