When they first met in the Digimon land,
They didn't care why they landed, and when,
They just wanted to go back then,
To their lives outside...
She's a girl who's like she's been through,
A lot of stuff in stride...
He's a boy who has a lot,
Of the thing called pride...
She thinks that he is cold inside,
In fact he has too much of pride,
Sometimes he really wants to hide,
From the world outside...
He thinks that she's a bossy kid,
He doesn't notice what she did,
She felt like she had cowered and hid,
From the boy outside...
But friendships blossomed like orange tulips,
He started to ignore her blips,
Their fun stretched out like super-flips,
To the world outside...
Eventually they came home again,
They swore they would meet, but when?
They forgot what happened, led normal lives,
They really did, those unfortunate five,
But then one day brains started to think,
Why have I gotten this link?
To the dark boy across the street,
Were we destined to meet?
He remembered Her back home one day,
And tried to mould her image in clay,
But then He collasped with tears,
His sculpture of his one so dear,
Was nothing but some clay with hide,
Not the girl outside...
She remembered Him is class one day,
While she was rehearsing a play,
The thought of Him hit her so damn hard,
Her legs wobbled like big fat lard,
She forget what to say,
Didn't act in the play,
She sat on the steps,
Watching the preps,
Missing the boy outside...
When he walked home one fine day,
Over the hills and far away (A/N: "Six Little Ducks". The nursery rhyme. Feh.)
He saw a boy with fair brown hair,
He thought he knew him from somewhere,
The prep started speaking about The Girl,
He felt like he wanted to hurl,
Until he said that She'd go right,
To the club at 12 midnight,
He thanked the boy and looked once more,
But abandoned thought as he ran for the door,
He didn't know if he wanted to hide
From the girl outside...
She saw this kid as the clock was about to strike,
Ten o'clock, two hours to midnight.
The kid told her that He'd wait for her
At a nightclub that was newly firmed,
Two hours from now, so you'd better run fast,
He took off his cap and said "Memories will last."
She didn't hear as she was running to the town,
But she remembered his hair, it was brown, light brown.
The kid looked up and began to smile,
It had been really quite a while,
But finally He had been united with Her,
And they were so glad they knew who they were,
He began thinking, and remenecised,
The boy who was full with the thing called pride,
The girl who was bossy, a real kinky kink.
But now they were laughing, sharing a link.
He (A/N: The kid... figure out who he is easy bah) thought about the other two guys,
He tried to find them, really tried.
But they moved away,
Never to stay,
And he'd never find them until the day,
That he died...
He's have to be content with just two,
Of the original four whom he'd been through,
So many things, all in stride,
And now he surveyed them talking- with pride.
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I dunno what I was thinking when I wrote this, =P
Please, just click one tiny click on the button below, and review?
They didn't care why they landed, and when,
They just wanted to go back then,
To their lives outside...
She's a girl who's like she's been through,
A lot of stuff in stride...
He's a boy who has a lot,
Of the thing called pride...
She thinks that he is cold inside,
In fact he has too much of pride,
Sometimes he really wants to hide,
From the world outside...
He thinks that she's a bossy kid,
He doesn't notice what she did,
She felt like she had cowered and hid,
From the boy outside...
But friendships blossomed like orange tulips,
He started to ignore her blips,
Their fun stretched out like super-flips,
To the world outside...
Eventually they came home again,
They swore they would meet, but when?
They forgot what happened, led normal lives,
They really did, those unfortunate five,
But then one day brains started to think,
Why have I gotten this link?
To the dark boy across the street,
Were we destined to meet?
He remembered Her back home one day,
And tried to mould her image in clay,
But then He collasped with tears,
His sculpture of his one so dear,
Was nothing but some clay with hide,
Not the girl outside...
She remembered Him is class one day,
While she was rehearsing a play,
The thought of Him hit her so damn hard,
Her legs wobbled like big fat lard,
She forget what to say,
Didn't act in the play,
She sat on the steps,
Watching the preps,
Missing the boy outside...
When he walked home one fine day,
Over the hills and far away (A/N: "Six Little Ducks". The nursery rhyme. Feh.)
He saw a boy with fair brown hair,
He thought he knew him from somewhere,
The prep started speaking about The Girl,
He felt like he wanted to hurl,
Until he said that She'd go right,
To the club at 12 midnight,
He thanked the boy and looked once more,
But abandoned thought as he ran for the door,
He didn't know if he wanted to hide
From the girl outside...
She saw this kid as the clock was about to strike,
Ten o'clock, two hours to midnight.
The kid told her that He'd wait for her
At a nightclub that was newly firmed,
Two hours from now, so you'd better run fast,
He took off his cap and said "Memories will last."
She didn't hear as she was running to the town,
But she remembered his hair, it was brown, light brown.
The kid looked up and began to smile,
It had been really quite a while,
But finally He had been united with Her,
And they were so glad they knew who they were,
He began thinking, and remenecised,
The boy who was full with the thing called pride,
The girl who was bossy, a real kinky kink.
But now they were laughing, sharing a link.
He (A/N: The kid... figure out who he is easy bah) thought about the other two guys,
He tried to find them, really tried.
But they moved away,
Never to stay,
And he'd never find them until the day,
That he died...
He's have to be content with just two,
Of the original four whom he'd been through,
So many things, all in stride,
And now he surveyed them talking- with pride.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I dunno what I was thinking when I wrote this, =P
Please, just click one tiny click on the button below, and review?