A short poem in Sam's POV to Emily about what happened to her face.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or characters Sam and Emily.
I stood too close,
I got mad,
I phased,
And your face bled.
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Your scars remain,
All across your face,
Every time I look into your eyes,
I feel the pain.
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To turn back the clocks,
To undo it all,
To preserve your face,
Once so flawless.
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You are still beautiful,
But I will live with my mistake,
The one I made when I phased too close,
And my claws raked your face.
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