Discrepancy
Big breast, big butt, nice face that's all he has to see right? But what about her?
She hides behind a wall of lies, built up from bricks of discrepancy. She never lusts,
she always takes the cares of her partners into consideration. What a joke right?
She turned down a homely face for a magnetic one, she truly had to know what
love was. He did the same thing but everybody thought he was just looking for tail.
Tales work in funny ways, they let you see both sides of the story. Shallow like a dead
tree she wouldn't be caught dead with a nerd, but a jock built like a stallion, it's true love.
He had options, a nice girl with the body that would turn the biggest of men into small
boys, it might have been the hormones but he wants it to be more than that. However the
masses say that he's nothing but a creep, a rapist they cry. But when she caught a glimpse
of him in her eye, it had to be true love. Just like the rules of the road, one rule must be the
same for all.
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