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A Boy and A Girl

February 21, 2006

A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end

Through all these years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew

Each waking moment
Since the day that they met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had
In her terrible life
He was the one
Who kept her from her knife

She was his angel
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth all the while

Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a very sad song

He made her jealous
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked “do you love her?”
On purpose he lied

He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same

His plan was working
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do

One night she broke down
Feeling very alone
Just her and the blade
No one else home

She dialed his number
He answered “hello”
She told him she loved him
Then hung up the phone

He raced to her house
But came a minute too late
Found her lying in blood
And her heart had no rate

Beside her was a note
And in it her confession
Her love for this boy
Her only obsession

As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
Grabbed her knife
And that night they both died

She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her note
His handwriting said

“I loved her so
She never knew
All this time
I loved her too”

Edit – Paddy’s Request For A Happy Ending:

He raced to her house
Scared to the bone
He saw her shaking white
She and the blade alone

She looked up at him
And at once dropped the blade
They hugged and cried
And felt their agonies fade

They walked out to the beach
Both holding hands
Talking into the night
Their feet digging the sands

He told her he loved her
And she said she did too
Their smiles lit the dark night
Thence they were inseparable, the two!

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22 Comments leave one →
  1. February 21, 2006 7:11 PM

    @paddy:
    wouldn’t think of it…not after malola debacle!!! šŸ˜›

    not very cheery i kno…tolerate me!! my blog after all!! šŸ˜€

  2. Paddyman permalink
    February 21, 2006 7:14 PM

    if you are thinking about going into motivation business…dont

  3. February 21, 2006 7:17 PM

    @paddy:
    i thought the same thing…wasn’t feeling supremely cheerful. blame it on a day of physics. so decided to be stereotypical and kill them both off!! šŸ˜›

  4. Paddyman permalink
    February 21, 2006 7:20 PM

    why cant these stories ever have a happy ending?

  5. aninonymous permalink
    February 21, 2006 8:09 PM

    hmmm…
    lots of fluff i the second ending but thats much better
    reminds me of obsessed and haircare and dumdum
    remwmber rushi

  6. February 21, 2006 8:10 PM

    @anin:
    how the hell does this remind u of haircare, obsessed n dumdum??

    that was a different ball game altogether!!! :O

  7. efreak permalink
    February 21, 2006 9:32 PM

    nice one.. er.. two!

    vfghzm

  8. February 21, 2006 9:50 PM

    @freak:
    thankie!! šŸ™‚

  9. Soumya permalink
    February 21, 2006 10:34 PM

    whoa! nice!

  10. Paddyman permalink
    February 22, 2006 1:14 AM

    hm i like the edit a lot better šŸ™‚

    anin no da, haircare doesnt come in here. obsessed and dumdum do though ! haircare is different…ill tell you later aobut if a certain hairdontcare doesnt behave šŸ˜€

  11. February 22, 2006 3:57 PM

    @sou:
    thanks!!

    @paddy:
    šŸ™‚

    and u better stay mum abt haircare/hairdontcare…say so in concern for self!! šŸ˜›

  12. Siri permalink
    February 22, 2006 4:59 PM

    What the???
    Does this have sth to do with 12th grade or what??Crap i hate to call this a bloody co incidence but…damn! check my blog babe

    that apart, a veryyyy nice poem! too cool

  13. Gounder Brownie permalink
    February 22, 2006 6:45 PM

    “Though life threw him curves
    She made it worth all the while”

    He had curves and she didn’t?? That’s tragic :p

  14. February 22, 2006 7:12 PM

    @brownie:
    he didn’t have curves…do not wish to elaborate considering enormous under-age readership!! (me included!!) šŸ˜€

  15. varalaxmi permalink
    February 23, 2006 9:08 PM

    way to go girl.good one dear! madam under a strong hold after a box of dark chocolates eh?!! šŸ˜‰

  16. February 24, 2006 3:07 PM

    @vara:
    *blush*

    tatz supposed to be confidential, dumb female!! :O :O šŸ˜›

    no mention in public!!!

  17. onmyowntrip permalink
    February 24, 2006 4:46 PM

    hey i liked the original one more
    tragic but nice
    way to go keep writtin good stuff like this

  18. February 25, 2006 3:55 AM

    @onmyowntrip:
    thank u thank u!! ur the first person to have expressd above opinion…i like the first too…but maybe tat’s jus coz i’m feeling suicidal after 15 straight hours of damn physics!! :O

  19. Shiv permalink
    February 25, 2006 7:59 AM

    S,
    I came across ur blog when I was goin thru another blog of a friend.But wat coincidence..both were ‘suicidal’ !

    The first version looks more authentic than the happier version.This is like changing a climax of a movie bcoz some audience didnt like it..

    Nevertheless good weaving of words for that emotion called ‘love’

  20. February 25, 2006 9:45 PM

    @shiv:
    thanks….and i think siri mentioned she wasn’t suicidal!! hehehe šŸ˜€

  21. Shiv permalink
    February 27, 2006 3:59 AM

    Hey S,
    But did u c Siri;s latest reply to ur comment in her blog ?

    btw wat does ‘Koyaanisqatsi’means??

  22. February 28, 2006 3:22 AM

    @shiv:
    yes yes…replied too!! šŸ™‚ crazy gal tat one!! :))

    koyaanisqatsi means….life out of balance in hopi!! šŸ™‚ google it for more info!! šŸ˜›

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