Love is the cuts,
That never stop bleeding.
Love is the call,
That makes your heart stop beating,
Or the tears that won't stop falling,
While you're looking at the ground.
Nothing could be worse,
Like the love that hurts.
Love is a fist that punches,
You in the heart.
Love is being in the bedroom,
But no one hears the crying.
No one hears the crying because,
No one knows what hurts.
