I'll mostly be watching you.
Be careful, because you might break.
I promise to protect as I love,
and you promise to keep fighting fate.
If I dazzle you, you dazzle me.
Please, relax your charm.
We're locked in a passion of Shakespearean fools.
I won't let you leave my arms.
You're so willing and I'm so afraid,
fighting my nature as you lie in your grave.
I'm selfish, breathless, thirsty, sick,
and you're trusting, stupid, lovely, bit.
I'm ready, and you're terrified.
(Is this ringing any bells?
When you whispered always,
you didn't say in hell.)
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oh boy. riley, when you eventually read this, know that i pity you.
also, i'm not sure if this conveyed the emotions you think it conveyed, but it's good.
I'M SORRY MY NOSE IS NOT PERFECTLY ANGLED LIKE EDWARD CULLEN'S IS
i am amused by this poem, but i also want to say that i think the last stanza/ the part in parentheses is AWESOME and you should insert it into a song at some point.
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