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She Loves Me; He Loves Me Not
I'm so in love with her.
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance with a girl like her.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy years ago when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘Anonymous?'
I’ll send her candy.
Mr. Anonymous sent me a box of splendid chocolates. Should I be flattered, or should I be scared?
I’m her secret admirer.
I’ve got a stalker.
I need to get up the nerve to knock on her door and introduce myself.
Dad called and wants me to come over right now, he says he has something for me. He's concerned about this guy shadowing me.
I rang her bell, then I knocked on the door. “Darn,” she’s not home. Wait a minute! She didn’t completely shut the door. When I knocked, it swung open.
Dad gave me this little hand gun.
I wonder where she put those flowers I sent her? Do I dare take a peek around?
They’re not on the table, maybe she put them on her bedroom dresser.
Damn! I was in such a hurry to leave, I must have forgot to lock the door.
Oh my God she’s home! I’ve got to hide and quick, here under her bed.
I need to get to bed.
I can’t believe she’s lying right above me. She’s so close I can smell her sweet perfume.
“Dear God.”
She’s praying.
“I know this sounds foolish, but I ask for but one thing. I ask for you to send someone to love me. A man to be my lover, and hopefully, the father of my children.”
“Your prayer has been answered!”
“What the Fuck! Who the Hell is that?”
“I’m the guy God sent you. I’m underneath your bed.”
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance with a girl like her.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy years ago when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘Anonymous?'
I’ll send her candy.
Mr. Anonymous sent me a box of splendid chocolates. Should I be flattered, or should I be scared?
I’m her secret admirer.
I’ve got a stalker.
I need to get up the nerve to knock on her door and introduce myself.
Dad called and wants me to come over right now, he says he has something for me. He's concerned about this guy shadowing me.
I rang her bell, then I knocked on the door. “Darn,” she’s not home. Wait a minute! She didn’t completely shut the door. When I knocked, it swung open.
Dad gave me this little hand gun.
I wonder where she put those flowers I sent her? Do I dare take a peek around?
They’re not on the table, maybe she put them on her bedroom dresser.
Damn! I was in such a hurry to leave, I must have forgot to lock the door.
Oh my God she’s home! I’ve got to hide and quick, here under her bed.
I need to get to bed.
I can’t believe she’s lying right above me. She’s so close I can smell her sweet perfume.
“Dear God.”
She’s praying.
“I know this sounds foolish, but I ask for but one thing. I ask for you to send someone to love me. A man to be my lover, and hopefully, the father of my children.”
“Your prayer has been answered!”
“What the Fuck! Who the Hell is that?”
“I’m the guy God sent you. I’m underneath your bed.”
Published 4th Mar 2019
Author's Note
In the above story I tried to convey how different people have different reactions to the same events. By presenting parallel perceptions to the same scenarios I hope to encourage the reader to appreciate other people’s opinions that are not their own.
I call these poetic stories, ‘freestyle dialogue poetry.’ This style of poetry is of my own creation.
I call these poetic stories, ‘freestyle dialogue poetry.’ This style of poetry is of my own creation.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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4th Mar 2019 5:33am
I love this one, snugglebuck. I had a great laugh as it's so very true. You wrote it in a grace that's perfect.
4th Mar 2019 6:23am
so thats what was pressing buttons on a phone the other day....haha....
after a while you tend to ignore that stuff. start coughing or something less creepy
after a while you tend to ignore that stuff. start coughing or something less creepy
4th Mar 2019 11:54am
4th Mar 2019 2:51pm
Freakin creepy dude...Lol...loved it though...lot of thought went into this..
4th Mar 2019 2:54pm
dearest Snuggle I love it
I would like to see
a scenario where the stalked
was always there praying to have her stalker...
I'm terrible I know but you piqued my interest...
love Brenda 😈
I would like to see
a scenario where the stalked
was always there praying to have her stalker...
I'm terrible I know but you piqued my interest...
love Brenda 😈
4th Mar 2019 3:08pm
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8th Mar 2019 00:04am
8th Mar 2019 00:04am
Gosh Kimmy, the dialog rings true, the piece is filled with pathos & irony.
My congratulations on the win! x
Jadey
My congratulations on the win! x
Jadey
Anonymous
- Edited 22nd Feb 2020 6:45am
11th Mar 2019 8:07pm
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