Marcella: Hey, I just sort of decided to write some poems about Twilight. There is one poem for every person in Twilight, good, and bad.
EDWARD: Mine is the best.
BELLA: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! What did we talk about before we came here?
EDWARD: sighs in defeat. Turns to Bella, who leaps on him and kisses him gently on the lips, trying to make sure he doesn't attack her.
Marcella: First, Bella's!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All I own is my butt and the little people in my head, Rosie and Clyde. And at night, they like to do bad stuff, because they're bad! It's very good they can't have kids, because then I would have like, 33 little people in my head!
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I'm in love,
but my love and I are different
in ways impossible to imagine.
We are so very different,
and yet,
we love each other dearly.
Plus, he refuses my wish.
He will not satisfy his own want,
not even once.
I wish to be with him forever,
but how can that happen
if he won't obey my
Wish.
It is my decision,
Is it not?
If someone can choose how they want to die?
This is my decision.
This is how I want to die,
And yet,
He will not do it.
I wish, with all my heart,
That maybe someday,
He will fulfill,
My Wish.
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Marcella: I hope you all liked it!
BELLA: Mine is better.
EDWARD: Bella!
Marcella: Review!