Impatience
Today was perfect for you,
Though I guess no one and nothing is quite perfect
I still play with the idea
That you wanted me to stay.
Behind mossy hangings
A ghastly white face peers
Secretly down at your
Dozing figure,
Sprawled on the grass,
Smiling at friends,
This impatience is loathsome!
Yet, I must admit,
Yes, I must accept
In my hollow,
Empty,
Silent
Chest
That my existance,
'Ghastly' as I'd put it
Does not blend in
With the sunlit atmosphere
That embraces you.
Sigh.
It's hard to walk away,
Every second
It gets harder still.
Sunbeams dance in your hair,
Teasing the chestnut brown
With red tresses.
Your lips peacefully sink down
Into a perplexing sleep,
"Edward..."
