Love Hurts
Excuse me but is that blood on your cuff
Did you wipe your mouth with your sleeve again
It must be from when you sunk your teeth into my heart
I hope that it doesn’t leave a stain
Never mind me, I'll just lay here and bleed
Love Hurts
Excuse me but is that blood on your cuff
Did you wipe your mouth with your sleeve again
It must be from when you sunk your teeth into my heart
I hope that it doesn’t leave a stain
Never mind me, I'll just lay here and bleed
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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