Broken Girl In a Comely Dress
Thee look ravishing in thy dress;
Or should I say in thy gown.
Thy smile in thy foxy face reminds me
My brother
We use to smile even
When its hard.
I can see thee are broken;
Inside but I can't read the problem.
What is thy problem,talk to me please
Sharing it's caring,O' please talk to me,
So that I can make things right!
O my dearest girl talk to me please.
Broken girl talk to me please,
I'm begging you,mtakamama.
Thee can run,but thee cant hide thy self,
So that I cant see thee.
But eish you look fanciable in thy foxy gown.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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