Puppy Dog (Obsessed)
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
923
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Puppy Dog (Obsessed)
Title: Puppy Dog (Obsessed)
Author: Silverfang
Rating: PG-13/R for angst and depressive commodities (suicidal implications).
A/N: A random ficlet/drabble I came up with from who knows where. Kind of poetry, in some places...I guess. I rhymed without meaning to.
Dedication: Well, who else do I follow around? (For Josh, in case you really don\'t know)
I follow you around like a puppy dog. A lost little puppy, who finally got a friend. I say it must annoy you; you say you don\'t mind. But I love the way you talk, and I love the way you laugh, and I love the way you took my heart\'s sadness down by half. Every night I talk to you, though I really just type. Do you know how good you\'d feel if I was in your life?
I tell you I\'m just a puppy dog, following you like this. You insist that you don\'t mind, and the look you give makes me warm inside. And a day later, you say I\'m pretty, even if you don\'t mean it. No one\'s called me that before, and I smile and call you cute (just like I always do), but I think the sweetness of these words have taken us both mute.
But if I\'m a pretty puppy dog, why does no one like me? Why are you the first one to try and see inside of me?
If I\'m a pretty puppy dog, why do I have these thoughts: of you and me; a bloody sea, and life left far behind me?
Is that something normal for a pretty puppy dog?
But I\'ve never been normal, have I?
Freakish, twisted, oddling, torn
People who don\'t even know me
Curse the day that I was born.
You\'ve tried to look inside me
I know you think you see
I\'ll never let you in here
Because you\'ll be scared of me.
Freakish, twisted, oddling, torn
I don\'t even know me
And I curse the day I was born.
But I am just a puppy dog
Following you around
I\'ll follow you forevermore
Until we are both in the ground.
And now I wonder
About me
Why are you the one
That tried to see?
~Silverfang
A/N 2: This is...odd because it was written under the influence of the possibility I might be bipolar, since I have most of the symptoms...I don\'t know. I kinda\' like it, if that\'s what I am.
Author: Silverfang
Rating: PG-13/R for angst and depressive commodities (suicidal implications).
A/N: A random ficlet/drabble I came up with from who knows where. Kind of poetry, in some places...I guess. I rhymed without meaning to.
Dedication: Well, who else do I follow around? (For Josh, in case you really don\'t know)
I follow you around like a puppy dog. A lost little puppy, who finally got a friend. I say it must annoy you; you say you don\'t mind. But I love the way you talk, and I love the way you laugh, and I love the way you took my heart\'s sadness down by half. Every night I talk to you, though I really just type. Do you know how good you\'d feel if I was in your life?
I tell you I\'m just a puppy dog, following you like this. You insist that you don\'t mind, and the look you give makes me warm inside. And a day later, you say I\'m pretty, even if you don\'t mean it. No one\'s called me that before, and I smile and call you cute (just like I always do), but I think the sweetness of these words have taken us both mute.
But if I\'m a pretty puppy dog, why does no one like me? Why are you the first one to try and see inside of me?
If I\'m a pretty puppy dog, why do I have these thoughts: of you and me; a bloody sea, and life left far behind me?
Is that something normal for a pretty puppy dog?
But I\'ve never been normal, have I?
Freakish, twisted, oddling, torn
People who don\'t even know me
Curse the day that I was born.
You\'ve tried to look inside me
I know you think you see
I\'ll never let you in here
Because you\'ll be scared of me.
Freakish, twisted, oddling, torn
I don\'t even know me
And I curse the day I was born.
But I am just a puppy dog
Following you around
I\'ll follow you forevermore
Until we are both in the ground.
And now I wonder
About me
Why are you the one
That tried to see?
~Silverfang
A/N 2: This is...odd because it was written under the influence of the possibility I might be bipolar, since I have most of the symptoms...I don\'t know. I kinda\' like it, if that\'s what I am.