Love as a Weed

Ninva

Анна Ахматова
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I once thought love was a weed.
But I couldn’t be so wrong.
It’s something that doesn’t grow;

Love is the reason that I snore.
Sleepin’ late for only her,
And now I only feel insecure.

Hatin’ everything that I say;
It’s so easy to go disarray.
My friend makes fun of me each day,

And I’m crazy over things –
Like potentials that will never
Reach their ultimate goals.

The Satan speaks:
Love always burns.
I suppose it’s true.
 

tooltiperror

Super Moderator
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231
It's about a friend and a man, I think in love.

Or so I perceived it to be.
 
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