Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight!
A/N: This poem takes place in New Moon, when Edward leaves Bella.
DieYour marble arms used to hold me so tight,
In spite the words, the ones I held so dear,
You let me go, stumbling into the starless night
I guess, deep inside, I always knew, I wasn't good enough for an angel so bright,
But each word struck, struck like a thousand knives,
Can I stay here; stay here forever, under the blackness of night?
And the crunching, the crunching of dead leaves and grass,
I softly closed my eyes, seeing your beauty one last time
The last thought, the last thought before I tore my heart,
The single last thought, the last that crossed my mind, was
How good it would feel, just to curl up and die.
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