Edward Cullen

Your skin is pale white and ice cold.
Are there anymore mysteries to unfold?
A beautiful voice – soft like velvet
In dreary wet Forks avoiding the sunny climate
“Everything about me invites you in”
You say that like you're committing sin
Why can’t we just be?
“Bella, you’ll be the death of me”
My hopeless addiction to you,
Is everlasting through and through
That beautiful crooked smile
Irrevocably loving you all the while
Never fails to make my heart stop
My skin tingles from your touch
I inhale intensely
Exhale erratically
I’m new to this
Cold kiss