I Know Somebody Hurt You (but It Wasn’t Me)

I Know Somebody Hurt You (but It Wasn’t Me) short poem

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Well and I can tell just by looking into your eyes
your heart has been broken many times but if
you could just make yourself believe in love again
I could prove to you my love knows no end, I could
be forever yours and you could be forever mine…
I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT IT
WASN’T ME no, so come here and let me hold you
let me love your pain away baby don’t be
scared to put your trust in me, I know exactly
what you need…a little TLC, a little sympathy
a little romance honey, don’t give up on love so
easy, I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT
IT SURE WASN’T ME…
So put the past behind you now and you’ll
be glad you did when you discover I can be
your best friend and your dream lover if you could
only surrender, surrender to me somehow
surrender to me now ‘cuz…
I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT IT
WASN’T ME no, so come here and let me hold you
let me love your pain away baby don’t be
scared to put your trust in me, I know exactly
what you need…a little TLC, a little sympathy
a little romance honey, don’t give up on love so
easy, I KNOW SOMEBODY HURT YOU BUT
IT WASN’T ME, IT SURE WASN’T ME!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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