this a poem i wrote after reading Twilight for the 2 time, so i wrote it a while ago. not a very good one, but i decided what the heck. so here it is.
Mysterious,
beautiful,
but hostile towards me.
Strange,
tense,
but still amazes me.
Strange glances come my way,
as I sit next to him.
He glares at me,
as if I had offended him.
Had I done something wrong?
But then again,
how could I?
Then biology is over,
and he runs.
He runs,
while I stare amazed.
So mysterious.
So beautiful.
Yet so strange.
He was so tense.
Again I wondered,
had I done something wrong?
A/N: if this sucks, I'm sorry. I'm a way amateur poet, but i really wanted to post something. If you want to you can review, but if it's too bad to finish, I really don't want to know.
Until we meet again,
Tabie ; )