Evil in the Sweetest Place
Merrill sat alone. The others were all sleeping. Her head lay on the large table which,
everyday, had been their desk for school. Her heart was broken.
"He'll never love me" Merrill whispered to herself in agony. "He could never love me"
Long ago, before she was a vampire, she used to write poetry. It made her feel better.
It was like, when she wrote it the paper knew how she felt. And they would be the only one to
understand what she is going through. All her poems were on hate and rage. Now, she pulled out
a piece of blank paper. Now she could add heart brake to her list of poems...
To love one is to give your soul
And all your devoted heart
But if that one can not love you
It will be torn apart
Love is not something you ask for
It's a song implanted in your head
You sing it all your life
Until you end up dead
"My love for you is great" I cry
But then you turn away
When will you see that we are meant to be?
When will you see that day?
I feel my love for you is pointless
It is an utter shame
That you will not get to see my love
You just see it as a game
Well I am not a game
Not sure if you realize
That you cause all the tears I cry
And all the pain in my eyes
So to you sweet prince
I do stare, until we see that light
That we are meant to be together
As children of the night
After writing her poem, she looked at it with teary eyes. She didn't want anyone to find
it. So she through it in the fire.
"As long as someone understands" she uttered to herself.
But the whole time, she kept getting the creepy feeling she was being watched.
Little did she know that Drew had mind traveled and watched the whole thing. And as
Merrill stood gazing into the fire, a soft tear but a path down Drews pale cheek.
THE END!!!!
Merrill sat alone. The others were all sleeping. Her head lay on the large table which,
everyday, had been their desk for school. Her heart was broken.
"He'll never love me" Merrill whispered to herself in agony. "He could never love me"
Long ago, before she was a vampire, she used to write poetry. It made her feel better.
It was like, when she wrote it the paper knew how she felt. And they would be the only one to
understand what she is going through. All her poems were on hate and rage. Now, she pulled out
a piece of blank paper. Now she could add heart brake to her list of poems...
To love one is to give your soul
And all your devoted heart
But if that one can not love you
It will be torn apart
Love is not something you ask for
It's a song implanted in your head
You sing it all your life
Until you end up dead
"My love for you is great" I cry
But then you turn away
When will you see that we are meant to be?
When will you see that day?
I feel my love for you is pointless
It is an utter shame
That you will not get to see my love
You just see it as a game
Well I am not a game
Not sure if you realize
That you cause all the tears I cry
And all the pain in my eyes
So to you sweet prince
I do stare, until we see that light
That we are meant to be together
As children of the night
After writing her poem, she looked at it with teary eyes. She didn't want anyone to find
it. So she through it in the fire.
"As long as someone understands" she uttered to herself.
But the whole time, she kept getting the creepy feeling she was being watched.
Little did she know that Drew had mind traveled and watched the whole thing. And as
Merrill stood gazing into the fire, a soft tear but a path down Drews pale cheek.
THE END!!!!