The only part
Of that lame Bollywood movie I saw last weekend
Resonated.
The part where he brought a flowerpot down on his chest
To show how much love hurts.
If I could,
I would bring a flowerpot down on my chest too.
Maybe it would crack my heart wide open,
Let in new air;
Break the stone in my chest
Into a million small pieces
That will wash away cleanly.
If that is the only way to be rid
Of the hold you have on my heart,
Somebody, please hand me a flowerpot!
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