My bones had been broken,
but my battle is won.
My heart is tattered.
To her; I am second or none.
She loves me but not the same way.
With Edward, she chose to stay.
The long, tortured soul of mine is waiting for the day.
In August; if I wish to go I may.
She has the ring to prove him her love.
Though my human is flying away like a dove.













Comments
I think you could maybe make reference to some sort of clue earlier on so that any reader can enjoy the romance [and lack thereof] taking place?
"Second or none". I love your play on words with that line. Of course, I have a soft spot for clevernesses.
All I was saying is that if you haven't read those books, the last line of your poem is very confusing.
it rocked my world for a whole two secs.
o and did i say that shit was sexy
i coulld never write anything like that sexy ass peom
SEXY ASS POEM
i'm on that dead for real type stuff like
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POWER TO THE PENGUINS!!!
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