Ok this is just a one shot and it's about a poem that I wrote the other day. I've changed some of the words from the original because they wouldn't make sense in this context. I hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight but the poem is all mine!
My temptation.
She wasn't living anymore. She knew that she was only drifting through life because of a promise. A promise that only made her suffer all the more. She had lain on her bed so that she wouldn't collapse when the tears finally began to fall.
She hugged herself tightly; to try and rid herself of the crushing pain that coursed through her body. She felt like she was dying; but she knew she already was. The only emotion she could ever express was pain; the constant pain that her "life" was now surrounded by. She was lifeless abut she wished she could live and feel just once more.
She slowly made herself sit up with one arm still held tightly across her body. Her tears had stopped but her breathing was still laboured and she found it difficult to make even that slight move. She had had an idea to try and get rid of the pain that he left behind on that fateful night. She waited until her breathing was better and then she slowly moved towards her desk.
She sat at the desk and found a piece of paper and a pen; she began scribbling on the paper. She sat there for ten minutes but she didn't write continuously. Sometimes she tapped her head with the pen, like she was trying to think of what to write and once her eyes welled up and tears slid silently down her anguished face.
When she was done she smiled and felt peaceful for the first time in months. She understood that the pain would never truly go but she would try to live, try to make Charlie happy and she would try to let him go. She shuddered at the last thought but knew it would be what he wanted.
She looked at the paper once more, knowing her pain was written down and hidden for the time being, and then she went to bed. That night she slept peacefully and calmly like she used.
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The window to her bedroom had not been closed fully and the paper flew of the desk and landed softly on the floor with the moonlight shining down on it; encasing it in an eerie silver light. Her messy handwriting was scrawled over the page with scribbles where she had changed her mind. The near-dry ink shone in the moonlight and the black ink seemed to glitter on the pale white paper.
My lost temptation
A lost hope
A lost cause.
But I cling on
Hoping, wishing,
Waiting.
Praying for your love.
Stubbornly, I refuse to yield
Refuse to leave, my love
Behind.
I fight the temptations
To look for you
To think of you
To run to you
For that one last time
But how long can I resist my forceful temptations?
Hope you liked it and please review and tell me what you thought :):)