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
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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