After

It was your typical,

Boy meets Girl.

It was a physical,

Tilt-A-Whirl.

You see,

It was a very wintry day.

Perfect for snuggling,

And brisk walks by the bay.

Two o'clock in the afternoon,

Girl finds herself all alone.

Her friends have left, two by two.

Single just isn't a good tone.

By two-fifteen,

She's found a friend.

He smiles her way.

The disaster will now begin.

Three café lattes and one old movie later,

She feels herself falling for a pair of bright blue eyes.

Oh, looking back now,

She sees them sparkling with lies.

He's witty,

She thinks.

He's got a perfect charm,

Complete with cheeky winks.

Five months later,

She swears that its…meant to be.

Ha ha, its funny,

How she hates the blind sight with which she chose to see!

Four years later,

And still no stone.

He's got business to take care of,

Looks like it'll be another night alone.

Finally, the inevitable occurs.

Boy appears home late one night,

Ranting and raving,

He's finally "found the light."

The…error of his ways,

Was corrected by a mere girl of twenty-one.

Boy pats her head,

And tells her to remember their "fun."

"You'll always be in my heart."

Boy smiles that smile he always could.

She grits her teeth and gathers her bags,

Just like her sister had told her that she would.

One week later,

Girl laughs to herself and tickles her jewel.

No, he never bought her what she deserved,

But he gave her his credit card, the fool.

Compensation and revenge,

Were petty things to pull into her bed,

But without risking jail time,

It's the closest he'll be to dead.

Fifteen minutes later,

The ring on her hand,

She smiles to herself.

She got her perfect little band.

Yabou