Thursday, 30 January 2014

FEIGNED DELICACY


Your looks are not gonna stay
They are gonna burn with hay

Aflame in the heat of May
 Even your sweetheart will sway



Don't believe me?
Go and meet an oldie


Tune in what he's gotta say
His words will cause you breakaway


From the sprawl and profess of each day
Shattering your vanity in dismay 





 © Tahir Javid Tantray | January 2014

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