Once again, an original work submitted as fanfiction. It's slightly depressing that posting this on FictionPress gets me absolutely no response, but I know someone wil read this if it's Twilight related. Oh well. I do rather like Jacob, and if I were him, I'd be pretty fed up too.
Your castle has burned
To. The. Ground.
Your life is in pieces
On my living-room floor
Your hair is singed
And you smell of smoke
As you try to put the
Puzzle back together
But one piece rolled under the sofa
Another cut the bottom of my foot
Now there's blood on my sock
And you're getting soot on my carpet
But I'll pull out a Band-Aid
And I'll sweep up the ashes
And we'll glue your life back together
Like children playing a game
Once again.
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