THE YOUTHING MAGAZINE FASHION PASSION ISSUE | Page 6

BY BLACK BARBIE
WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
Never believed that my dress code
Could make me single without ado
My dressing to flatter
Regarded by her as tatter
Once believed in true love
Never knew she would leave
Holding back my tears
While looking at what I wear
I regarded my cloths as fashion
To her is an old version
With the look in her face
My heart gave up its race
I knew I had lost
A heartbreak I would post
This being a wardrobe malfunction
My fashion making me lone
CHERRY LIPS
RED CARPET
After my wardrobe malfunction
I head to the club with no fashion
My aim is to drink
To forget my rinky-dink clothes Forward I will walk
No time for a talk
All I have to do is to keep smiling
As the cameras keep clicking
As I sit down to order
I get a tap on my shoulder
The gaze I get
Described the feeling in her heart I do give them autographs
No need for my biograph
For they all know
Who I am since then till now
Her lips red as cherry
My smile blossomed because I was happy
Her face as bright as a star
That night I had to spend with her My date I have to reschedule
So as to fit my modeling schedule
He says this is too much attention
And modeling is my addiction
Never did I know I was her victim
My money spent to extreme
Lured by her make up
Now am lost between break ups This is our last chance
To keep our love at hands
He can't take it anymore
So he leaves without a good bye