Thursday, April 15, 2010


I used to think that one day,
Prince Charming would come
and sweep my off my feet.
But now I know better.

All people originating from the male race
are wimps,
who won't tell a girl he doesn't like her to her face,
he won't tell her to leave him alone to her face,
and won't tell her that he loves her to her face.

But secretly,
I still hope for the guy who proves me wrong.
And when I protest,
he will listen.
And when I reject him, and pray that he returns,
he will come back.
And when I say "I love you"
he will say it and mean it.
And he will stay,
and persuade me that I am beautiful,
even when I'm not.
And this is love.

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