She was the loneliest star in the sky, surrounded by naught but gloom and space.
This is a poem for a guy who doesn't understand how to treat human beings.
Running. Always the best way to start off a day, isn't it? Leaping from roof to roof, away from the murderous chaser. This was the life I lived, one of a street rat. I looked behind me, feet moving by...
She was the loneliest star in the sky, surrounded by naught but gloom and space.
This is a poem for a guy who doesn't understand how to treat human beings.
Running. Always the best way to start off a day, isn't it? Leaping from roof to roof, away from the murderous chaser. This was the life I lived, one of a street rat. I looked behind me, feet moving by...