
Ever since I saw you,
you bug me lady.
Red lips, sharp eyes,
long hair left open to dry,
standing in the balcony
sipping a cup of tea,
a treat to every eye…
Damn! Why can’t I?
You bug me lady,
for I’d never wear red lips,
or Kohl my eyes…
You bug me lady,
So slander I about your character
to anyone who’d hear,
I just wish you’d care enough
to stop looking the way
I can never….
Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash
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