kaitlain twitchett Poems

This is a story of a lad,
I think his name is Bradd.
A unholey woman done a spell,
So Bradd could not tell.
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</>A dream i something much like a wish
which is much simpler then this
sitting down doing nothing
and then you se something
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He touched my cheek with his cold fingers,
As i looked into his golden eyes,
I could feel a love rise,
When he pressed his cold lips against mine.
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As my last leaf fell onto his his hand what was gental
We stay together like Hansel and Gretal,
He was so kind, so cheerful,
He would never make me tearful.
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A vampire who falls in love with a human,
A wolf who loves her too,
Trapped in betwwen no gaps to get through,
A vampire who is protective but loving,
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