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It hurts
 
It hurts to see you,
it hurts to talk,
tell me please,
will this broken heart ever walk?
It hurts to love you,
and you not love me back,
please help me,
put this train on its track.
help me please,
end this misery,
can't you see what you've done,
what you've done to me?

By Colored in Crimson

© 2011 Colored in Crimson (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Word Painting with Gracie (gracie_b) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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