" For the one who doesnt know
For the one who may not care
Im broken inside
Life is just not fair.
I would've died for wewe
But now your gone i dont know what to do
I wanted to be with wewe for eternity
But your gone, where does that leave me.
For the one who used to listen to me
I just wanted wewe to fully see
I know wewe dont EVER want there to be a wewe and me."
My tear drop fell on my book with the poem i wrote in it, and that was when i realized where i was, I was infront of their house. I was determined to get closure, to make myself get over him.
But what if it doesnt work, how could any one stop loving the person they would die for, I shook my head trying to get my thoughts together. Even though I knew that i wouldnt get over him, my curiousity was getting the better of me , i wanted to see if all of their stuff was gone au if they just wanted to be away from me so much that they got out of there as fast as they could.
I walked up to the front door with my book in my hand ready to turn back incase the door was locked, but to my surprize it was already open, so i pushed it open a bit zaidi to look inside. Nothing had changed and the thing that hurt the most was that EDWARDS kinanda was still there, he cherished his piano, I went up to it, took a deep breath and lifted the key lid. Something fell on the floor, it looked like a piece of script music. I picked it up and gasped, the name at the juu of the muziki read Bella's lullabye. This may surprize wewe but ever since edward had left, I took the liberty of learning to play the piano, it hurt me every time but after a while the pain dimmed and allowed my to get good at it, I would never be as good as him but i was able to play properly. I ran my fingers up the scale to make sure it was in tune and started to play MY LULLABYE, this just brought on another round of tears,so i stopped playing but to hear a gasp behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. I stood and chanted to my self " your getting paranoid calm down." I started to walk to the stairs, I wanted to see his room.
As i reached his door my moyo started to race , i hadnt been here without him, oh how much i needed him, how much i loved him. I opened his door and ran in to see that all his things were still there, covered in dust.I went and sat on his leather sofa, opened my book, got my pen out and started to write saying it aloud at the same time
"I know wewe couldnt care less
But without wewe my life is such a mess
I cant help but wish wewe were here with me
The only place I want wewe to be
For the one who held me tight
For the one Who alisema " good night"
I just wanted wewe to fully see
I know wewe dont EVER want there to be a wewe and me"
there was a load shout behind me "NO!"
For the one who may not care
Im broken inside
Life is just not fair.
I would've died for wewe
But now your gone i dont know what to do
I wanted to be with wewe for eternity
But your gone, where does that leave me.
For the one who used to listen to me
I just wanted wewe to fully see
I know wewe dont EVER want there to be a wewe and me."
My tear drop fell on my book with the poem i wrote in it, and that was when i realized where i was, I was infront of their house. I was determined to get closure, to make myself get over him.
But what if it doesnt work, how could any one stop loving the person they would die for, I shook my head trying to get my thoughts together. Even though I knew that i wouldnt get over him, my curiousity was getting the better of me , i wanted to see if all of their stuff was gone au if they just wanted to be away from me so much that they got out of there as fast as they could.
I walked up to the front door with my book in my hand ready to turn back incase the door was locked, but to my surprize it was already open, so i pushed it open a bit zaidi to look inside. Nothing had changed and the thing that hurt the most was that EDWARDS kinanda was still there, he cherished his piano, I went up to it, took a deep breath and lifted the key lid. Something fell on the floor, it looked like a piece of script music. I picked it up and gasped, the name at the juu of the muziki read Bella's lullabye. This may surprize wewe but ever since edward had left, I took the liberty of learning to play the piano, it hurt me every time but after a while the pain dimmed and allowed my to get good at it, I would never be as good as him but i was able to play properly. I ran my fingers up the scale to make sure it was in tune and started to play MY LULLABYE, this just brought on another round of tears,so i stopped playing but to hear a gasp behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. I stood and chanted to my self " your getting paranoid calm down." I started to walk to the stairs, I wanted to see his room.
As i reached his door my moyo started to race , i hadnt been here without him, oh how much i needed him, how much i loved him. I opened his door and ran in to see that all his things were still there, covered in dust.I went and sat on his leather sofa, opened my book, got my pen out and started to write saying it aloud at the same time
"I know wewe couldnt care less
But without wewe my life is such a mess
I cant help but wish wewe were here with me
The only place I want wewe to be
For the one who held me tight
For the one Who alisema " good night"
I just wanted wewe to fully see
I know wewe dont EVER want there to be a wewe and me"
there was a load shout behind me "NO!"
