A Delightful Tart



Tis a delightful tart
Before putting it into mouth

 Yet it tastes no more delectable
While almost entering into central
Like a fancy stuffed flesh
To be burned out but  
Teddy's bow
(Remains)

 Now put on your gown
Dry your eyes right away
As the volume of the lay 
Gently turned down.

 And a moment you slow down
The corner you turn around
"Was that a delightful tart,
Or my burned black heart?"


Picture source: http://www.life123.com/food/baking/tarts/fresh-fruit-tarts.shtml

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  1. 玉茹28 January 2012 at 18:15

    Your blog looks pretty n amazing!

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    1. Lauren Lin30 January 2012 at 20:31

      Haha, thanks a lot! :D
      Enjoy reading and happy Chinese Lunar New Year ~

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