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 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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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 |
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