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 © | Year Posted 2016

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