Grace Elizabeth Hale
My life, I remember you took.
You didn't even care to look at what you knew you were doing.
Lying on the grass, plain and wounded.
I knew my life was ending, but I did not know it was just beginning.
Blonde, wavy flowing locks, you were the one that found me.
My heart was shadowed, crumpled to the bare floor.
You approached me dear sister, Rosalie. Cautiously.
Told me we would find somewhere we belonged. I thought you were wrong.
We stayed together close, forever.
Learning of each other, fears, dreams, long life wishes.
We stumbled upon an open house, looking unhumane.
Blonde and brown hair greeted us, Carlisle and Esme.
Brown curly, bulk came at you. You met and fell in love.
You became each others heart and soul, Love would always rule.
Honey brown curls, came then. Reeking life of sin.
He was to become Brother Hale. Jasper Whitlock.
You were beyond mad, scars covered his body but something told me I shouldn't be mean, like I knew you would.
Esme put me in my room before I could think it.
Tears were pouring my heart before I could blink them.
A creak and the door opened. Jasper was there wanting to comfort me.
I let him in, still afraid why but I did it.
He cradled me, protecting me from the world.
You left saying: "Goodnight darli'n nobody will ever hurt you this time. Dear little sister of mine."
Rosalie would be harder to accept, I know. Sister please do it.