by sunken ship » Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:42 am
A small shape scurried along the sides of the cobblestone streets, little black nose at work trying to find something to sustain himself. He wasn't worried about cats, for he could hold his own against one of those just fine. But a dog... now that was a different story. And there were quite the lot of stray dogs in London. But for now, all seemed peaceful, side from the thunderous sound of human automobiles and the obnoxious tapping of their hard-toed shoes.

Once upon a time, a stutter disgusted me.
Muttered distrust at me, pity you couldn't fly.
I've only ever taken what's mine.
So what if I help you, am I helping myself out, too?
Twice I got the wind knocked out of me, why? Just to curl up and die?
No, I've got too much pride.
So I breathe it in, and let it out slow and when I turn to go, I find you trailing behind.
I fought for every last inch that I got.
Forgive me for leaving my spot, not standing in wait while you finished the race with those two broken legs you've got. One thing's for sure.
If I were you I never would have let it stop me. I never have before. And if you knew what I went through while trying to get to you, you'd thank me!
You'd get down on one knee, no matter how much it hurt, and you would say "I'm sorry", but I would say it first.
Once, the two of us were eye for an eye. Now I've given up trying, how could I be so blind?
You'll never let me settle the score, to you I'm the scourge, not the partner in crime.
I fought for every last one of you.I might as well have saved my luck, not wasted it on some shortsighted, know-it-all, so-called friends.
You're not.
Status wrote:Mood;; Bleh, school sucks and I have a headache.
Currently listening to;; 3OH!3 - Starstrukk
Eating;; Popcorn
Drinking;; Sweet Tea