Poem By Brytanne Lee
He watches me at night
He comes to my window and takes my hand
We go to the roof and look at the stars
I gaze into those black holes he calls eyes
Why does he do this to me?
How does he make me feel this way?
Like have never felt before
I want to kiss him
The torture is consuming me
I love it when he touches my skin
His hands are so cold
He is always watching me no matter what
He is always there no matter what
He is my vampire