Love's Hell
Your words were sharper than a knife
Took my heart and broke my life
I crumbled in your sight
Burst my bubble and stole my light
You have put me in Hell
An accident, I won’t tell
Love's Hell
Your words were sharper than a knife
Took my heart and broke my life
I crumbled in your sight
Burst my bubble and stole my light
You have put me in Hell
An accident, I won’t tell
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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