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[aid] => Mick
[title] => hurley girl and surfer chick
[time] => 2003-04-27 10:35:00
[hometext] => you could say i lost what i thought was my dream girl.
[bodytext] => Hurley girl and Surfer chick
I used to want Hurley girls And surfer chicks. Girls that like Rip Kurl’s Board and laughing flicks They are what I wanted at a past present A girl that thought for herself and meant it. Contrary to pop culture T.V She was the a girl not many could see I wanted a girl that dressed like a surfer With jeans and sandals and Hurley – a server Of everything good and polite And as ridiculous as it seems, knew to fly a kite. I wanted her to teach me as Much as I could teach her, and pass Every standard set- my mind set by far exceeded. Shakespearean loves story with her; be completely repeated And she had brown straight hair We would match, perfect, an exact pair. A team, a girl, that was the one One that was nice to everyone and didn’t shun. I wanted her so much So is the case in dreams, it was her I could touch. I remember my sporadic ideal Of the brown hair girl, in my dreams, tangible, her I feel. She wore beads, not in exaggeration But I knew she was only in imagination. She would find me finding her But the probabilities of chances never were Some say the arrow of love is struck in an instant But I kept looking persistent. So I gave up the chase And I settled in circumstantial race And I found the girl of my dreams! Only I was settled - at her sight and thought my eyes were reamed. I wish I could get out of what I was in I wished I was not committing a cosmic sin But by the time I was out By the time I was ready to shout “ You, you are my dream girl” it ended at the first notice, a relationship she mended and all my aspiration to rapture was wrapped up, collected, captured and thrown into the pits of nothing. My heart, my soul, and mind didn’t stop fussing And I never forgave myself for my lack of waiting. Guilt ate away at my heart- self-hating And I was thrown into a hole of Unbearable loss of love And I concluded that fate Would be locked at my gate And I would eternally ***** it up For its audacious hiccup Because whatever fate was, it kept ruining my life Because whatever fate was, I wanted to stab myself with a knife My life, my knife, my mother and friends The memory of Hurley girl and surfer chick never ends But in the negativity of it all I’ve been able to rise out of the fall And in a metamorphosis of self I’d fail forgotten - that girl bad to my health. I haven’t forgotten the Hurley girl and surfer chick The one that made me wither and sick And I can’t forget fate. I did lock it up in my gate But after a faithful talk And after pensive walks I concluded it did not deserved beating Or to get utterly ***** up-seeing That in truth, fate was just doing its job And I stopped forever the internal sob. I told everyone ever hurt by fate That in time, life, money and mates Would come at due In time that their rage, over-zeal and depression mellowed their hues. I started to believe in dreams again And still held that dream girl title To one girl once past, but now hopefully in the future , my idol And ideal of her, but I waited And prefer to wait than give in to feelings hated. Her, is the person that I think I still need Such is the lesson the Hurley girl and surfer chick – never let me be And I remember I should have waited to pick Instead of following my heart I decided to follow my *****. The girl I used to conceive and think of that was kind I have to search and search, and wait, and find All over, over again, I will continue to pride my might And in spite of quasi bravado, I’ll be alright. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 22 [informant] => stateofgray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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