No love, no fight,
My world is now twilight.
Danger, darkness, myth
he makes my world bliss.
Clumsy, shy, unrelenting
No longer tormenting.
Unbearable kiss,
a nightmare through the mist.
He who is cold,
So I am no longer bold.
Our love, left below
never incontrol.
Promises made, warnings givin,
otherwise heeded, not forgiven.
He's set in stone,
his mind still not known.
His heart no longer beats,
but somehow he still breathes.
Hes see with his mind,
but does not understand mine.
His family, his heritage, his kin
sends a shive through my skin.
His craving for my blood,
makes us stuck in the mud.
Michelle Tolly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-22/
