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‘Twas the night of the dickfest
In Victoria’s house
Edward Cullen was sleeping
And wearing her blouse
Christina Kelly was awesome
Making bellydancing scarves
As she and Victoria worshiped the brightest star
His name was ****, no he wasn’t sandy
His last name ****, his first was Andy
And he was the coolest
Crazy gay man on earth
He’s just been that cool
Since the day of his birth
Which is why the two girls
Worshiped this man
And why their dickfiesta was in fact planned
Yeah Andy **** belongs to himself
Stop saying what you say
Stop doing what you do
Stop hurting yourself
Because you're hurting me too
I wrote this.
Little eyes
Crystal and perfect
Little ears
Sculpted, flawless
Little lips
Soft and lovely
And a little smile
With little teeth
To show your precious little face

But behind the eyes
Under the ears
And beyond your smile
Inside your little lungs
You’re sick

It pains me too look at you
Your little eyes
Little ears
Little smile
Because all I can see
Is a little box
Inside a little hole
And dozens of little flowers

But inside your little eyes
I see the smallest but most beautiful
Ray of hope
And I say to myself
“My little brother
So strong but so weak
Is going to make it”

And the box is empty
And the hole was never dug
And the flowers never picked

And I could see you again
And I didn’t worry
Because I saw hope
All the way down in your little lungs
Which won’t hold out forever
But for now you are my brother
I wrote this. My friend's little brother passed in the hospital last night. He was only three years old. It's all just so sad.
Sleep brother sleep
for today is done
Oh my baby brother
We had so much fun

Oh silly little brother
Right now it's time for bed
Sleep brother sleep
Rest that little head

Goodnight little brother
there is no need for sorrow
Brother all we did today
We will do again tomorrow
Victoria Erausquin 2010
Dear silly Twilight fan
Edward Cullen is not real
He will not date you
Victoria Erausquin wrote this here beauty but Twilight and Edward Cullen are (c) Stephanie Meyer
His smile made it all ok
His charred flesh didn’t matter
I didn’t see the scars
His eyes no longer danced
Nor did they see me at all

But his smile made it all ok

His soul was full of hate
He hardly spoke to me
But on the scarce occasion

His smile made it all ok

He could no longer walk
And didn’t want kids
So they wouldn’t be ashamed
Of their crippled father
I agreed wishing I hadn’t
But he hugged me
And thanked me
And smiled

And his smile made it all ok

And years went on
And we never had kids
We never went to a graduation
Or a class play
We never got mother’s day gifts
But over the years he smiled more

And his smile made everything ok
Basically this is based after a fire that almost took this girl's husband's life. It's not very good, but I wrote a short story similar and a lot of people liked it.
It's not fair

nobody will win

just stop letting people in

because in the absolute end

you're just going to have to let them out again
Yeah goodbyes, that **** ***
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