“You can’t make a story with just two sentences”!
After the wing healed, I let her go.
I believed in angels after that.
“You’re going to die alone”.
“That may be, but I’ll live with her”.
“You deserve someone who knows you better.
And here, I saved you the blue M&Ms”.
A tree landed on my car before it spun out of control.
I got out of my car and said “Thanks Dad, and rest in peace”.
“I like things a gentleman should not enjoy” he said.
“I’ve got handcuffs in my bag” she replied with a smile.
“That’s ok sweetie, we all have demons”.
“Are yours in your basement too”?
It was a boy meets girl story until the dick pic was sent.
He was surprised to say the least.
Dropping a lure was the perfect lonliness cure
I caught a Pikachu
You’re as pretty and rare as Mew
And I hoped I could be your Mew too
I must have had a lucky egg in my inventory
Because this could be the perfect love story
So we share locations for poké stops and gyms
And you ask is there a her as I ask is there a him
We smile and decide to hatch these ten kilometer eggs with company
So we’re walking and talking when suddenly
You see a gym and dive into action with a Butterfree
And I say that gym is already taken by me
“It says on your phone that it’s ruled by Valor but you must have missed it”
Then you broke my heart when you said you were Team Mystic
I can’t believe we Pokédated
Mystic is overrated
Valor is this gyn’s ruler
Articuno may be cold but Moltres is cooler
You can try and take that gym but I won’t let it be
Our love has fainted
And so will your Butterfree
I came across a talking diamond
I picked it up and listened to what was said
It spoke of how it wasn’t pretty yet
Wanting my shade of red
Now my pants are black and my jacket is green
Whatever could the diamond mean
I woke in a groggy state
Crimson nightmares hurled me into the waking land
Where the diamond had turned pink
And lay sleeping in my hand
The clock mocked
As the energy needed for simple tasks shocked
But it does not matter
How awfully slow the days go by
For I have my talking diamond
Always by my side
I now have a pale complexion
And shadows under my eyes
Upon closer inspection
Yet the cause of all this
There is no detection
Until my talking diamond spoke
One last time
About the shade of red
It could never find
It said rubies get all the fame
So to match is to mimic
And to mimic is to be the same
Within my veins coursed its shade of red
It knows I am too weak
To get out of bed
The diamond will be pretty
The ruby has been fed
This story has a happy middle
And I need to tell it to you because if I don’t
Then I doesn’t have a happy middle
Gosh you’re even prettier up close
So pretty you make the tongue lose memory
And legs feel like they had a lobotomy
Me talking to you now is just an exception to your rule
A reign I could only admire from afar
But I knelt with the rest of them in your church
You’re so pretty that…
A man would sell his soul just to talk to you
That wasn’t a metaphor
I bought a story to say to you
The irony is that this is the story
And the silly thing is
It should have costed more
I would buy ten or twelve stories if I had more souls
This is the happy middle I was talking about
Yes I would love to have coffee with you
Just you and me
But I can’t
There is somewhere I need to be