Liquid Diction.

The Preferred.

You claim you want him smart and funny,
For his eyes to tell you "Your smile is so bright, it's sunny."

You claim you want him tall and hunky,
And he shouldn't mind if, as time goes, you become chunky.

You claim you want him focused and driven,
And that your happiness should be his goal, his vision.

You claim you want him to be a devoted church boy,
He should respect you, love you, and not treat you like a sex toy.

But then you settle for the moody one with bad grades,
Who says "You smile too much, its annoying", then it fades.

Granted, you somehow find tall and hunky,
But he's bothered with you thick, he wants you slim and lanky.

Then you settle for the one who's confused and scattered,
Who could care less about your happiness; his goal? To leave you shattered.

Then you settle for the one who's the devoted church rebel,
He defiles you, then dumps you because you're now below his level.

So girls, tell me, is this how your pride took the fall?
No wait- in fact, did you search for the one you wanted at all?

And don't say he only exists in your dreams,
Remember Tasha's groom? Please explain him, by all means.

Wasn't he the nerd who, years ago, you stood up at the dance?
Looks like Prince Charming's been snatched then; it seems you ruined your only chance.

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Here's to all the girls who screwed up a good chance, intentionally or not.