Poem? I suppose so...
A/N: I really don't know why I wrote this. Random. But, for those who just so happen to come across this, I wrote this in Isabella Swan's Point of View, as in Twilight.
Can someone tell me how this all began?
I have forgotten the way it was told
Bring me a book and tell it to me again.
Reenact the way of our world.
Was it that long and dark December
That recoiled the once loving embrace?
Eyes the color of burning embers
How could they ever refill that widening space?
Why must I be the one to forgive the hand
That wrote the future he was to unfold
The plan must have been far too grand
For they all followed him to the brink of control.
Understand the way my heart has grown dull
Too tired to play this game once more
Again and again with our push and pull
But, I suppose, what else am I good for?
Can someone tell me how this all began?
I have forgotten the way it was told
Bring me a book and tell it to me again.
Reenact the way of our world.
Was it that long and dark December
That recoiled the once loving embrace?
Eyes the color of burning embers
How could they ever refill that widening space?
Why must I be the one to forgive the hand
That wrote the future he was to unfold
The plan must have been far too grand
For they all followed him to the brink of control.
Understand the way my heart has grown dull
Too tired to play this game once more
Again and again with our push and pull
But, I suppose, what else am I good for?