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By Misti Date: 2002 Jun 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.27.00.02.29083]] |
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she wasn't completely (brutally) honest with him she kept her secrets she played her roles best buddy watching the football game knowing what was going on (one) Betty Crocker baking lasagna and brownies (two) big sis providing a shoulder to cry on (three) she was everything she thought a woman in love with a keeper should be she wasn't a bee she didn't buzz or sting and she wasn't a jewelry whore asking for a diamond or even a garnet ring singing holy hosannas to Jackie O. for her impeccable taste what a waste and a shame that she played the age old game by the same stale rules jewels are no compensation, after all when you're playing the fool blowing your cool for some semblance of acceptance diamonds/garnets/pearls/amethysts/sapphires are not a girl's best friend she knows that she keeps her deepest needs to herself pretends to be placated with an occasional term of endearment and a trip to Marble Slab for a scoop of Cookies-N-Cream she dreams of more sure don't we all (except for cynics and poker players) but she listens to the mangled angel inside that whispers with a lisp You Will Burn to a Crisp if you don't shine baby shine a true Valentine without the blood the jagged edges. |