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  • Sunday, November 27, 2005

    She was a beauty,
    he a phony.
    Her heart secure,
    his love unpure.


    His intentions were wrong,
    but she sang a love song.
    He seeked only pleasure,
    while she seeked a man who could assure.


    Their kisses sensual,
    or so she thought.
    She felt it in her mouth,
    but he down south.

    Her heart beating fast,
    for she thought she found love at last.
    She fell in love again,
    with every kiss he took her pain.


    Little did she know,
    he was actually a foe.
    That one kiss got so intense,
    she had to step up her denfense.


    He pushed her to the floor,
    he wanted something more.
    She was afraid,
    she knew she was as good as dead.


    She should have listened to her momma,
    who told her men were all the same.
    To every one of them,
    love was just a game.


    A game in which they wished to score,
    with every women they adore.
    A pretty face with the perfect curves,
    men they think they all deserve.


    She struggled and she screamed,
    for she never would have dreamed.
    That her knight in shining armour,
    was nothing like he seemed.


    In her eyes there were tears,
    now all the men she fears.
    She laid on the floor motionless,
    feeling only the emptiness.


    Her life now stained,
    she'll never trust again.
    Her hopes and dreams all lost.
    This lesson a heavy cost.




    The down south part just rhymed so.. haha. And no, I did not get raped. HAHA. Somehow I just had inspiration to write this when I went to bed the night before. Ohkay, so all the guys reading this can stand up and get all defensive about it now. I already hear it coming. 'WHO SAY?!?!? WE SEEK LOVE ALSO OKAY?' yesyes, I know. There are SOME men who don't just seek pleasure, but it's only a minority.


    =)


    Oh wells, shopping with jo loh mun (so long nvr call you this) yst was good=) hahaha. I bought jeans again. Cheap one.


    I am so going to sell my levis (Marissa). ANYONE? It's a size 26. Bought erm just 2,3 months ago? I'm willing to sell it at $90. $50 below cost price. It's so new! I'm selling it cos it's a size too big. Stupid levis people bluff meeeeeee. Anybody? Pleasssseeee? TAG my board if interested =)


    Yayness. I can't believe my sister's coming back in just 3 days! YAY! No more quiet house. I miss her bimbo moments =) See how mych I love you sister? HAHA.











    i made believe @ 11/27/2005 08:25:00 PM