the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, but
letting it go is my biggest regret. this curse on my
lips are a constant reminder of how much i hate you.
but hating you only makes me hate myself more.and
baby, leave when i'm sleeping, because it kills me to
see you walk out.
A contest entry
- O.T.S. ( Obsesive Twilight Syndrom ) by SimplyNoodle.
550 points, ended December 31, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is really good, amazingly good. really caught the scene just like in the book. -teardrop- I absolutely love this poem. good luck in the contest. -
oh and line 3 whats sould suppose to mean?
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wow this is an amazing write! i love it, good luck in the contest, and ppsssttt put your fav. campires name in the author notes or i will have to remove you and trust me i dont want to do that!
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