Vigil StarGazer Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 Fate is a cruel puppeteer The strings are always tangled here is a handsome little boy who's too idealistic about love and there's the pretty girl who dreams about sweet romance but their paths diverge from there. The boy stood here waiting cultivating himself, watching he becomes dense and deep working his way to the world hoping to be the perfect man The girl samples life like a dish jumping from one man to the next lures them into her arms, sucking them high and dry She likes them fresh and fun. Until she met the perfect match the player, slick as a slug ruthless as a bully or street punk pretending to be all that just like her. All this happen, while the boy gazed and seeks, becoming geek no chances anywhere, "he was so lame," they said. girls don't play for keeps The player and the silly girl, have the love of their life emotional screams, passionate, beastal make-ups steamy action until she's used and sore. They eventually broke up and now the girl's turning 30 that special age of bridal needs and that's when fate interwined suddenly all eyes turned to homeboy the boy got a steady job, and he looks the steady type. quiet and shy, can't talk or lie the type you can bring home and trust him to just stay there. boy meet girl again, but boy's no tool. where's he when they had all the fun? now as they begin to drown old and saggy, they swim toward him grabbing him like a life-saving charm. and what the boy learned, being single from all these years. 'Solitude can no longer hurt you,' he said. But the idea of a 30 year old women, screwed by the whole town, and now drooling over your savings account. Now that certainly can kill you.'
Appy Posted September 14, 2003 Report Posted September 14, 2003 *Appy applauds* I like this, the concept is great, first of all, and this reading like a story, with that ending.. yes, Appy likes My favo two lines: Fate is a cruel puppeteer The strings are always tangled So true..
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