Short frame draped in gay frumpy clothes
A huge red cherry on the small pug nose
A wide smile painted over half the face
She sauntered and pottered around with a donkey’s grace
Too-bright eyes drinking in the glee,
A misty glimpse of what could never be
Through a green haze she saw a rosy world,
That always laughed at her.
Never with.
A huge red cherry on the small pug nose
A wide smile painted over half the face
She sauntered and pottered around with a donkey’s grace
Too-bright eyes drinking in the glee,
A misty glimpse of what could never be
Through a green haze she saw a rosy world,
That always laughed at her.
Never with.
2 comments:
did you really write that? it made me cry
ohhh god... that anonymous person was me, Deepika..
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