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