Anna Akhmatova

• So you took me for some sort of wifey lightweight..., by U. R. Bowie
  So you took me for some sort of wifey lightweight; / You’d wend on your own way while I’d weep and I’d plead, / Then hurl myself, hectic-frenetic,...
• You thought I was that type..., by unknown author
  You thought I was that type: / That you could forget me, / And that I'd plead and weep / And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, Or th...