A/N: Hey, I just saw Edward Scissor hands for the first time(all the way through) .. such a good movie.. so i decide to write a poem about it.. so here it is.. enjoy!
Emotions of a Monster.....
Trying not to scar myself,
as I walked down the narrow hallway.
Towards the end,
there stands a door,
My mind races for the right things to say..
For beyond the smooth surface of wood,
stands this amazing creature.
I want to tell her how I feel,
to tell her that I need her.
But how could she ever love me?
The monster that I am.
How can I prove that apperence is nothing?
That I am truley a real man?
She will never notive me.
I will be alone for life.
Besides, who could love a monster,
with caresses made of knifes?
Pwease review!!! tell me what you think! ;)
THE ANGEL
Emotions of a Monster.....
Trying not to scar myself,
as I walked down the narrow hallway.
Towards the end,
there stands a door,
My mind races for the right things to say..
For beyond the smooth surface of wood,
stands this amazing creature.
I want to tell her how I feel,
to tell her that I need her.
But how could she ever love me?
The monster that I am.
How can I prove that apperence is nothing?
That I am truley a real man?
She will never notive me.
I will be alone for life.
Besides, who could love a monster,
with caresses made of knifes?
Pwease review!!! tell me what you think! ;)
THE ANGEL
