A/N: Hello again!! I've gotten into more poetry lately, so here's another one. I don't know if it belongs on here but I'm going to attempt to make it sound like it does. Personally, I interpret it to be during the time that Bella is without Edward--she's almost nothing, but she has Edward to think about. But...take this one as you will!! And review!!
Masterpiece
staring at the
blank wall,
imagining what it would look like
painted with the
colors
of your eyes.
the sky and sun and
earth
spatter on the sickly white plaster
to create the
most
magnificent work of art
(Looking at you makes me feel free)