Tanaka Chirombo

(28/04/1998 / mzuzu malawi)

best girl friend


She is short
in other words she is hot
when she carries an african pot
my body loses salt

Her smile is never ending
as her love is never fading
since she nevers likes to see me falling
as my body looks likes it will be rottting

She acts shy
but me and her we are so fly
up to the limit of that we feel so high
but we always remember to say hi

all the people say she is mean
at least thats how she is seen
even you say she is thin
but my heart she will always win

she likes to observe
although me and her we never meet at a reserve
but she never gets on my nerve
since we will meet at a cave

she is polite
as everything she does is right
even she likes to call me at night
we dont even have a fight

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012
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