The Heart Bleeds


The heart is purple but the heart bleeds red
It bleeds the pain and the feelings that we shed
It feels the pain we feel when we cry
It feels the pain we feel when a loveds one dies
It feels the humor in us in the day,
and the fright in us at night
But the one things the purple heart never feels
is itself bleeding red

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