DISCLAIMER: DOES THIS EVEN REMOTELY RESEMBLE SOMETHING MRS MEYER WOULD WRITE? I DIDN'T THINK SO
A LOVE LETTER
Dear Edward,
I wrote a poem for you in class… here goes…
How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee?
I love thee a lot.
I love thy cold skin
In contrast to my hot.
I love thy cool hair
How it shines like a penny
And how thou smilest at me-
Crookedly
I love thy mad skills
When driving on roads
Although you once crashed
And totalled that damn Volvo
But I thinkest thou art awesome
And I...
"Damn it, what the hell should I write next? What rhymes with awesome? Possum!" the Quileute boy said, scratching his head with his pen.
"No, Jake, that sucks! I gotta make this all classy and shit, so he'll like it." He murmured to himself.
Little did he know that the one he was writing to was on the other side of the class stifling laughter.
Yeah, this is what my writer's block looks like
Awesome, aint it?
Oh and this is ALL HUMAN, right?
Review, or not….