Love Is Weird
You shot my ability to love another dead,
You have always been in ma head,
But to you only this i have said,
Want to have you always like a daily bread,
Need you like a pillow always on my bed,
Be my needle because i will enter
and follow you as your thread,
Can't imagine all i just said,
That's why i call love weird.
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