A story retold

Today I'll tell you a story 

Not mine, but a friend

This tale has a very clichéd end

Ofcourse this was about a boy

And she was the girl

One look at him, and her heart would twirl

The boy was perfect, more than one could ask for

And every time she saw him, like a lovesick fool, she held out the door

But like all high school musicals

He was the popular one with a girlfriend 

She couldn't care less because he was the only one for whom her mind would bend

But then they broke up

And she found her glory

She thought this was a way in, finally 

He led her on, like every other guy

And she danced along like his puppet in disguise 

Her feelings then grew

From like to love, from love to want

She was now in deep, an obsession 

Although its repercussions she knew not

Whilst the explosions were heard far off

But now she was hurt

Why didn't he love her?

Little did she know there was no hint of romance from his side for her to remember 

A good friend was all she was

His heart was still on his ex

It really was a lost cause 

He was still completely unaware 

Of her affection 

But nothing could fix this now

No stone of resurrection 

But then came in a new guy

Yet another Prince Charming 

And without realizing it

Yet again her frozen heart was warming 

Loved by all but he loved none

Just a few cups of coffee 

And she was the one

Everything was now so messed up in her brain

Not ready to take anymore of this pain

But now she's sitting here with me

A ring in her hand

And all she has to say is

"Screw my first love, Mr Charming taught me to love again"