Edward Cullen

• Jasmine Patterson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

His skin so cold,
Not something I'd like to hold.
Pale skin in the sunlight,
Glitters so bright.

His eyes,
A mesmerizing gold.
He's a vampire,
I was told.

Not for a second did I believe it,
I thought it was a lie,
Right up until.
I saw it with my own eye.

His name is Edward,
Edward Cullen.
I couldn't have him,
And that made me so Sullen.