My first poem...about Edward's thoughts of Bella...sweet
My Bella
My black eyes stare
My golden adore
I have outside beauty
Used to allure
But I hate what I am
my thirst is repulsive
try to hold on
to the human in me
Too young for dying
too old to live
I belong to no one
but the damned
And you can see through me
when you touch my skin
being around you
intoxicates my world
There's a fire buring
when you look at me
resisting the urge
takes strength and endurance
so how can I love you
keep denying the wine
what can i say
but i want you for mine own