Bobbi: Written out of boredom.. I just drank a 64 ounce dr pepper and its 12:56 in the morning, I can't sleep. Enjoy this poem, written for bella from Edward
Across the room
Walls hold no resistance
I smell your pumping blood
It becomes my existence
I hold my nose and hope
you have the wrong class
But you come and sit next to me
This seating won't last
I run from the class
not a minute too soon
the bell shrills my ears
it a quarter til' noon
I feel I should hate you
and I thirst for your blood
I need a distraction
a fire, a flood
at the end of the day
I hide from your gaze
if you see me again
it will be the end of your days
