We meet one’s summer’s day
In the small town called forks.
Your people will say
We’ll feel much wark.
You are heaven to me.
Thy blood is the sweetest song,
Yet, I am poison to thee.
My heart can’t shake the eternal death that last so long.
“Darling I am your possession.”
“Thy life is an ongoing nightmare,”
“I just wish I were your perfection”
“I love you so much why are you unaware?”
I want to give you long living breath,
But don’t be surprised it turns into death.