Desperation was an understatement.
He was everything she ever wanted.
A lover, a friend, a heart ache.
Boys, it's true what they say.
All girls want bad boys.
Nice guys finish last.
Sometimes he'd pray she'd change her mind.
Until then, they were just friends.
Just friends.
That's all nice guys ever are.
Friends.
She would rather be with a bad boy.
Because all girls want a bad boys.
Except for you.
You never wanted a bad boy.
But what did the nice guy tell you?
Let's be friends.
Just friends.
At least bad boys only use you.
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Mehhhh, this really isn't pertaining to what most people would probably think it is. Like this poem-like thing is zero-percent personal. I've just always thought it was hypocritical how some guys complain about girls only wanting bad boys, when they themselves only want "broken girls."
I have a whole theory on it. Maybe I'll post it on here some time.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Nice Girls Finish Last
Labels:
Bad Boys,
Friendships and Romance,
Just Friends,
Poetry,
Truth,
Writing
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2 comments:
Hmm. Interesting.
I love your writing style. You always get straight to the point without any bullshit. Come to think of it, that's why I love you as a person, too.
xoxo
Helen
Unfortunately, I only ever seemed to attract broken girls.
Really pissed me off.
Especially because they'd use every nice guy to try and "help" them... ie: run them dry of money and move on to the next nice helpful guy.
Nice guys finish last.
Nice girls finish last.
The world is not a nice place.
Least there's still ice-cream.
(-.-')
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