She lies in bed,
her thoughts spinning in circles.
She is all alone.
Waiting.
The night is black,
and Shields many things from her.
Including the pair of eyes watching her through the window,
the color of pure honey.
She was waiting for him.
Even if he didnâ??t know it.
In her thoughts,
and soon to be dreams.
She thought he was gone forever,
but he was there.
Starring.
Watching.
Waiting.
Soon her eyes close.
She is tired,
so tired.
Drained emotionally,
in eevery way
He sighed,
in relief.
He slowly steps out from the shadows.
His pale face shines in the moonlight.
He climbs in her open window.
He was quiet.
Careful.
Hesitant.
But eager.
He stopped before her bed.
He watched her carefully.
Relief spread through his veins,
as he knew for a fact she was safe.
Her breath was slow.
Steady.
In.
Out.
So easy and simple,
yet so vital to her life.
Slowly,
always careful not to wake her,
he strokes her cheek.
She sighs,
leans into his touch and whispers his name softly.
â??Edward.â??
If his dead heart could beat.
It would be pounding.
He pulls a strand of loose hair away from her cheek.
He years to wake her,
hug her.
Kiss her.
But yet,
as his mind and heart battles within,
he was still.
He breathed in her scent.
His throat burning with a hunger so deep,
it hurt.
But his love for her ran deeper.
Much, much deeper.
But he had now grown used to the burning.
The thirst,
the want,
the horrible need for her blood.
And this need,
was why he left her.
His body shook with silent and dry sobs.
â??Isabella,â??
He murmemurmured??Oh my Isabella. What have I done?â??
The pain that shook his body,
reached to the core of his soul.
But he soon stopped.
He couldnâcoulday here.
The pain was to deep.
The wound to fresh.
His heart was breaking,
every second he was with her.
Even though all he had to do to stop the pain,
was wake her.
With one simple touch,
all his pain could end.
His had stretched out,
the temptation intense,
and he reached for her arm..
But stopped.
He had to leave.
Now.
Before his resolve weaked,_wakedhe gave into temptation.
He kissed her cheek one last time,
before leaving out the window.
The shadows swalled him up,
untill it was as if he was never there.
And the only place he exsisted,
was in her heart.
-I wrote this awhile ago. It's based on charicters from a book called twilight and is owned by Stephenie Meyer but the poem is mine.-
