Disclaimer:
I did not make this poem up, someone sent it as a forward to me. I also don't
own DB/Z/GT (I wish!!!). Also, I want to apologize to everyone for not writing
sooner, I'm very sorry. Battles of Love is still under construction, but after
the Brain Freeze goes away, I'll be sure to finish it ASAP.
Prologue: (Trunks is a mean time
player to Pan in this short story…. sorry!!!) Alternate universe…..Pan is
living in San Francisco. Trunks, having just hurt Pan again for the 7th
time with another girl, makes her realize it's time to move on. Living through
many downfalls, she is inspired to write a poem dedicated to all the girls who
have been hurt like her. She decides to get it published, and her poem appears
in various newspapers and magazines. Is there someone out there for Pan, or is
her life destined for heartbreak?
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"Oh
my gosh, I actually finished it!!! I hope this helps at least one girl into not
making any grave mistakes, like I did."
Pan
left to the local newspaper, asking one of her uncle's friends' to help her
publish it. After two weeks, Pan opens up the newspaper excited, knowing her
poem would be there.
*~The Player ~*
Written by: Pan Son
He'll meet you and sweep you off of your feet
He's nice and he's funny, so cute and so sweet
Surprisingly, he likes the same things as you
He does all the things that you love to do
He's the perfect guy, the one of your dreams
You belong together, or so it seems!
He looks in your eyes, and plays with your hair
He tells you that he'll always be there
His touch is so soft, his hold is so tight,
His words are so soothing, his kiss is just right!
You ditch all your friends for your new obsession
You don't realize your future is full of depression
You think that you love him, you give him your heart
Little do you know that he'll tear it apart
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You do what he wants, you know its not good
You told him slow down, and you think he understood
You let it slide by, he's just having fun
You'll learn to like it as time goes on!
He's taken your heart, and locked it away
And you see him with a different girl the next day
You cry and you grieve, but then you forgive,
He won't do it again for as long as he lives!
At this point you've fallen into his trap
He has all control when you're in his lap
You believe he's sorry, you're together again
You give him a chance, he's your only friend!
You're right where he wants you, he molds you like clay,
And you see him with girl number 3 the next day
He got what he wanted, accomplished his goal
He still has your heart, which he evilly stole!
He's taken your purity, you still can't believe
You feel hurt and cheap and extremely naive.
You know he's an ass, but you still want him back
And you grieve about all of those qualities you lack
All you wanted was to have some fun
Now you wish that this whole thing had never begun
You wish that one day you'll see him cry
That one day he'll know how he killed you inside!
But you know that he won't, cause he's numb to pain
He'll be with some girl while you cry and complain
Beware of the players, they'll steal your heart
And they'll give it back once its all torn apart
Don't let them suck you into their game
Cause once you lose, you're never the same.
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Kissing is a habit, fucking is a game,
boys get all the pleasure,
girls get all the pain,
He says he loves you and you believe it's true,
but when your stomach starts to swell he says the hell with you!!!
16 min of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in the hospital,
a baby with no name.
The baby is a bastard
the mother is a whore,
It never would of happened
if the rubber hadn't tore.
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"Wow,
it sounds better in a newspaper. Well, I hope it helps" she thought to herself.
Two
hours later, the phone rings in her apartment. 'I wonder who it could be?
Marron is in Hawaii with my uncle Goten, and Bra is probably with 17 at the
moment'.
"Hello?"
"Hi,
Pan?"
"Yes,
who's this?"
"Hello,
my name is Bryan, and I'm the Editorial Manager at Cosmogirl. Please don't hang
up, this isn't a subscription offer, it's more a permission offer we have for
you. One of the girls that works here read your poem in a local newspaper, and
showed it to me. It would be my pleasure if we could publish it in our
magazine. Do we have your consent?"
'Oh
my god!!! I can't believe it!' Pan thought happily.
"Hello?
Ma'am, are you still there? We promise you we won't change a thing."
"Umm,
sure….I mean yes, yes."
"Good,
we'll be sending you a free subscription of Cosmogirl and some freebies. I hope
you don't mind, but I also entered it in a poem contest that we currently have,
where the grand prize is $25,000 and a free trip wherever you like. Well, it
was great doing business with you, and I hope you enjoy."
"Thank
you very much. I appreciate it."
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Two
weeks passed, and Pan continued to receive many letters from the newspapers and
magazines, wanting to publish her poem.
That
day, Pan went out to get her mail, like always, and saw all the letters many
people were sending her, mostly women. Out of all of the letters she received,
one caught her attention: it was a silvery black envelope (her favorite
colors), and when she opened the letter, there was a dried rose in good
condition between. Right away she looked to see who it was from, but there was
no return address or no signature at the bottom. The only thing she saw were
two initials at the bottom, but she could hardly tell what they were.
"N….L?
Nope. M L…..M T? Yeah, it looks like a T….but is that an M or an N? Oh well,
maybe I'll get a clue in the letter:
Dear
Pan,
What
an interesting poem, I had never thought of it that way, but then again, a
woman's view is different than a man's. Care to learn how different? Want to
find out if all men are really the way you paint the picture? Dare to question
the unknown….you will hear from me soon.
Cordially,
M.T.
Shocked,
Pan put the letter away. Who could have written her that letter?
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Well,
find out what happens next…..stay tuned!!!! Ashley, this one's for you.
