She was deflowered yesterday.
She is no longer a flower,
Now she's just a plant.
Lots of leaves grow,
But the flowers are gone.
She was kissed yesterday
And touched by a boy.
She lost a petal that day
But she kept her flower to ever
She died the day after.
She doesn't want to be touched
She wants to be touched
Her flower is fading
She doesn't care if she's touched
She'll kill him when he comes in
Her flower is faded
The world is filled with
Fading flowers
I am a faded flower
But she is a fading flower.
Soon,
Very soon,
She'll fade away too.
And we'll finally be
One.
One faded flower.
So please my handsome man,
Come in.
Suey's Autobiography
- Suey - Susan
- Surulere - for now, Lagos, Nigeria
- Physical 5'10", dark -skinned (more like brown though), big ass (well-shaped; hope it remains that way forever), moderate jugs (an extra cup won't hurt), bold stature (i ain't skinny or fat, though am leaning towards the latter in a subtle, yet 'finessed' way), moderate sized tummy (not big; it's just not flat), long delicate (maybe) fingers, longer second toe (it's longer than the big dude so i think i have a history with ALIENS), big thighs (obviously to accomodate my behind). Disclaimer; pls do not expect an ass the size of the empire state building, just think PERFECTION (that sounds haughty but i like it)
3 comments:
the poem started in the middle.......must death be there in ur writeups....change 'boy' for 'man'.........no words about the man in ur poem!!!!!
absolutely brilliant suey...
Am Douglas and I also reside in Surulere too; not a blogger but got a website coming up.
Really would love to meet you Suey - ring me on 08023889606... please.
Hmm!
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