My Ballad

so for washburn we're doing poetry, blah, blah, blah...
here's my ballad. it's really long and i'll probably end up cutting it down before i turn it in.

How I Broke the Heartbreaker--Ballad

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It was Tuesday morning.

She came without a warning.

He was just sitting on the stairs,

And then she came walking by,

Her daddy is a multimillionaire.

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Skin-tight clothes, little short skirt,

Her eyes alone could flirt.

Long blonde hair, plastered in makeup,

Twas the saddest thing I think I ever saw,

All these boys needed to wakeup.

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Her lips told you yes, when her brain was really scheming.

That boy, well I knew he must have been dreaming.

But no, not about the one that he was with.

See, that’d be me.

Instead, he was thinking how to make me a myth.

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She was a heartbreaker.

She went where ever the wind would take her.

A jock, then a geek.

A rich boy, a chess player, an average Joe.

All of them appraised her with the highest critique.

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And see, when my boy went running,

I came up with an idea that was rather cunning.

Instead of feeling sad,

I’d become the heartbreaker,

And make him want me bad.

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I dressed in all the clothing I’d deemed too scandalous to wear.

That little girl didn’t have a prayer.

I wondered why I’d never thought of it before.

She really was so simple,

And such a…bore.

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Then Thursday, when I arrived at school,

The heads turned, and my boy did start to drool.

The blonde was sitting in his lap,

My anger swelled,

And I thought I would snap.

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Until, of course, my plan began to work.

The quarterback came running when I smirked,

The homecoming king walked me to class,

And the band boys?

They carried me along with their brass.

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And finally, when my boy realized it was me,

He got on his knees and began to plead.

I wanted to hug him and make the memories turn to dust,

And then I felt something new:

The feeling of distrust.

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I rolled my eyes and walked away,

Leaving that handsome young man in dismay.

For, you see, I didn’t want to have to change for a boy,

That was just ridiculous.

I wasn’t anyone’s toy.

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So I left that school and on Friday returned again,

With my old black clothes and a rumor that must be slain.

And still, right then, the most amazing thing did happen.

A young man with a blushing grin,

Told me in those clothes I did look most misshapen.

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He said that I was beautiful, no matter what I wore,

But in those frightfully tight clothes, I looked like a bit of a…bore.

He told me I was pretty, was no faker

And needed no change,

And it was better to leave that look to the heartbreaker.

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That reminded me of her, so I turned my head to see,

And what was happening brought me glee.

She was wearing thin-framed glasses, old ratty clothing,

And her makeup must’ve run out,

And now a sad look she was adorning.

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Still, she looked pretty, in that way we girls do,

But now no more boys were running without ado.

Then, that glee was fleeing,

And a felt much remorse,

Apparently that heartbreaker look was reeling.

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When I walked up to her, an olive branch in my hand,

She accepted it with a sound that was unplanned.

A sob from her lips, I told her this,

“No girl deserves someone

Who’s only interesting in a French kiss.”

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I walked away from that,

With a friend, a nice boy—who was also nice to look at—

And no longer did we have a heartbreaker,

But if I stumbled upon another,

I’d surely need to fix her.

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okay. so i just wrote it this morning cuz i couldn't sleep so the rhyming kinda sux... but whatever.

love,
Alyssa