Out of all these girls
Why have you chosen me?
It isn't funny I want to know
The deep motivation of your attention
Beauty is vain, a sign of lust
In years it cannot last
Meaning in meantime you shall left
Leaving me alone to mend my broken heart
Don't tell me about my glowing and tender skin
When I grow old I won't look the same
Will you still be there for me?
Don't say it aloud be afraid of jealousy sun
Don't tell me about my manners
Are you sure they are not feigned
To confuse all of you who seemed to care
Have you seen me in my private retreats?
Don't tell me about my heart
How come I don't feel it myself
Good or gentle are you pretty sure
Don't flatter humanity that is enough
Don't tell me about my face
Shining -that is a confusion of fancy
If you keep comparing you get carried away
There is none bad only confusion of faces
Don't talk about my body
What about my flat tummy?
It's natural but I'm afraid of tomorrow
Do you know this beauty's remedy?
- Author: Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 17th, 2022 00:25
- Category: Humor
- Views: 6
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