The Blood Of Bella Poem by Kristie Matheson

The Blood Of Bella

Rating: 5.0


Blood is food to him not what makes him live.
Her blood makes him go crazy because of the scent she gives off.
The blood that runs through her veins.
The blood that keeps her alive is what he wants.
Is the blood that makes him crazy.

She doesn't know that he goes nuts around her.
He says 'what if i am not the good guy...what if i am the bad guy'
She could care less
That doesn't scare her one bit.

Eventually she finds out what he is and she is not bothered.
She loves him even more.

They love each other so much they have a child a little girl to be exact.
She is as gorgeous as a doll.

And its all because of her blood.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 22 November 2008

a poem frank sincere and touching...nibbling the unknown regimes of a saddened heart...well written, Kristine...i give you ten

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