Jacob Black -- A sonnet
Tossed onto the wind through the moving trees,
My cry is beheld by no-one but he,
I only wish the moon were made of cheese
Instead of a mirror for wolves to see
He knows my love is gone, and I bereft,
There are holes inside me, each one is pain
How far will it go until nothing's left?
My shining sun's efforts eclipsed by rain
Whenever memory makes hard to bear,
Each hole increases to drive me insane
The sun brightens to warm what's left untear (ed)
Through his love I find: I am whole again
Yet whenever my Jacob's not around
The downpour of sorrow begins to pound…
A/N: yeah... i know this one's slightly sad. But hey, the twilight series is sad at points. Especially new moon, when this is set.
Please R&R - By Oaky