Friday, 6 April 2018

F - Fruitcake








Tiny eyes
And pointed nose.
A chiselled face
And sleek hair.
Supple hands,
And the suave dressing.
His eyes had the calm
I searched for in every girl
Little did I know that
I was meant for fruitcake all along.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              


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