Pictures of You
by What-a-sick-masochistic-lion
I was up in Edward's room, and I was searching through his CDs. I happened across Now, That's What I Call Music 26!
I read the back.
I found a song that I loved, and walked over to his complicated stereo system. I managed to get it on, and not break anything.
I popped the CD in, and pressed pause on the right number.
"Edward? Could you come up here for a minute?" I asked in a normal voice.
Within twenty five seconds or less, he was in the room with me.
"Yes, love?"
"Would you dance with me? Please?" He looked flabbergasted. I hated to dance.
"Of course." He held out his arms, and I walked into them. I pressed play.
This is the clock up on the wall,
This is the story of us all.
This is the first sound of a new born child before he starts to crawl.
Edward smiled down at me. He began to sing.
This is the war that's never won,
This is the soldier and his gun.
This is the mother waiting by the phone praying for her son.
He sang beautifully. I began to sing very low with him.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me.
Hung up on your wall for the world to see.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we used to be.
Wo-oah...
I could feel the song in my feet because of the volume of the music. Edward twirled me around. I laughed.
There is a drug that cures it all,
Blocked by the governmental wall.
We are the scientists inside the lab just waiting for the call.
This earthquake weather has got me shaking,
Inside I'm high up and dry.
Edward leaned down and sang in my ear as we danced.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Hung up on your wall for the world to see.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we used to be.
Confess to me,
Every secret moment.
Every stolen promise you believe.
Confess to me,
All that lies between us.
All that lies between you and me.
I was smiling very widely.
Edward spun me again, and I laughed some more.
We are the boxes in the ring,
We are the bells that never sing.
There is a title we can't win no matter how hard we must swing.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Hung up on your wall for the world to see.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we could have been.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Hung up on your wall for the world to see.
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we could have been...
What could have been...
We could have been...
Pictures of you,
Pictures of me,
Remind us all of what we could have been.
What could have been...
He kissed me softly.
"I love you, Bella," he whispered.
"I love you, too."
TOTAL FLUFFINESS! I got bored...and it was on iTunes. :D