tracecyrusgirl12

This is my last poem to you Soon you will be he Soon you will be him Soon you will be past tense This is my last poem to you Because soon you won't be around anymore You can't read what I'll write I can't send it to you Well I know this is going to be The quickest week of my life With the most painful ending I know I'm going to really have to try To pretend that I'm happy But with you leaving this week It'll be so hard I'll miss you terribly You made me smile Made me laugh It'll make me cry Nearly die When you'll be gone Because I'll miss you terribly So this is my last poem to you Soon you will be he Soon you will be

I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet Young. Who'll save your life, No matter what. Who cries when you're injured. Someone who cleans