Looking Down
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands
I was kinda disappointed in my other poem's reviews, but hey that's ok. You like what you like. Anyway, I'm gonna try again and this time I hope you like it. Thank you to those who reviewed my last story anyway. And if you're a fan of nightmare before Christmas, check out my stories over there too. Please R&R
It had been too long
Since that faithful night
Not only filled with love and hope
But destruction and fright
20 years he did wait
Waiting for her
But he didn't belong in the light
In the darkness he would prefer
He was sick and tired of his life
Snow couldn't be his only way
To try to remember his old life
Since that horrible
They don't deserve what I give them
They don't deserve it at all
How can they go on as if I was never there?
When every night I make the snow fall
What's the point of being here?
Why should I continue to live?
Why can't I move on?
What more can I give?
Kim.
She was down there.
Edward was thinking to himself one day
Maybe I can kill
Myself and end my pain
I read some do it with a rope or pill
That's it
A rope will do
I'll hang right outside this window
And my last thought will be of you
Edward walked toward the window
And around his neck, the rope would go
He suddenly stopped his actions
When he looked down below
"Edward, Stop!"
Two Children were in the street
Playing some sort of ball
Both angered by
The sound of their mothers call
Edward recognized that voice
He knew whom it belonged too
Kim.
Yes it was Kim who entered the street
And upon the children she did meet
The boy was scolded for hurting the girl
And promised to play good
Then Kim looked upon Edward's mansion
She would…if she could
Edward's heart broke in two
Kim was married
And had children of her own
His long for love was buried
"Edward!"
Cried the sister from down below
The brother had jeans and a shirt
And a small blue hat
He waited patently with the ball
As his sister fumbled with the bat
The little girl had blonde hair
And a smile like no other
She had on a small pink dress
She looked just like her mother
Her Mother
Kim
Edward came to realize
That her son was named after him
Now he could watch them everyday
And be reminded of Kim
He was not happy about them
He loved Kim's part
For she had not forgotten him
And that filled the hole in his heart
50 years later
A long time had passed
And Edward is still looking down
To her children and her
In that awful town
After some months
He didn't see Kim anymore
Maybe she had gotten old
Or some other horror
Her children got away from suburbia
And are living somewhere
Even though they had never seen him
He would always care
Right now Kim is his story
To her granddaughter who's beginning to grow
In his attic, there are statues of her and her children
As Edward continues to make her snow