disclaimer:I do not own the characters mentioned in this poem, Stephenie Meyer does.
You are my singer
Your blood calls to me,
I dream of drinking you
And you lifeless in my limbs.
So I run far away
And I can breath again.
And you are gone
So I can think again.
Then I think of how sweet you smelled
And how good I felt next to you,
I dream of kissing you
And you lovingly in my limbs.
So I come back
And I can be with you.
And you are there
So you can be with me.