Strange
Love is strange
You that you love him
But you don't
He just makes you think
You love him
But love is only a dream
That you never find
When you awake
From your true love
Strange
Love is strange
You that you love him
But you don't
He just makes you think
You love him
But love is only a dream
That you never find
When you awake
From your true love
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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My love | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
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Night After Night | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
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The 3 L's | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
My Love For Her | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
?!?Why?!? | 0 | 09/22/2009 |
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