A break-up bouquet
Arrives every day, in van loads.
Bought by guilt crazy
Guys for 'throw-away' females decoded
To amusingly
Disposible items used for sport,
At weekends are brought
Along as embelishments, and yet
Break-away gifts fade
They tarnish so soon, second-hand pets
Need only bouquets
For a time. Sadly this get-away
Culture is careless
And cold. Those who promise then betray
With flowers, beware!
Poison Ivy? The thorns in a Rose?
Not all hurts die cosily! !
Not all hurts die cosily! ! ......................................... This is a wonderfully, Fay.. 10.... Tsira
Fantastic title - this is spot on, Fay! Any girl who's had her head turned by a spray of flowers - beware! This superb poem speaks volumes! S ;)
Not all hurts die cosily! ! ----- lovely just lovely ending............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this dear fay is remarkable in that it is true.