I sang this song in choir my sophomore year maybe it will help you keep strong and have faith in Robsten
The Rose,
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and you think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns love becomes the rose the rose
The Rose,
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and you think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns love becomes the rose the rose
As I lay on the steps ,my head in Alice's lap,
I realised I love her more thn my own life, and maybe Bella was right. I might be over protective, but if Alice''s life ended,
so would mine. I would not live without her. Before I knew her I thought me life was ok,
but now I've met her I would never dream of going back to my life before her.
just then, i imagined the image of her tiny body
fighting a newborn.
the thought made me shudder. maybe like wolves vampires could imprint, carlisle and esme, rosealie and emmet, me and alice. i woud of finished that thought if alice hadn't started talking to herself and mumbling about the pictures being striaght but not straight anough.....
I realised I love her more thn my own life, and maybe Bella was right. I might be over protective, but if Alice''s life ended,
so would mine. I would not live without her. Before I knew her I thought me life was ok,
but now I've met her I would never dream of going back to my life before her.
just then, i imagined the image of her tiny body
fighting a newborn.
the thought made me shudder. maybe like wolves vampires could imprint, carlisle and esme, rosealie and emmet, me and alice. i woud of finished that thought if alice hadn't started talking to herself and mumbling about the pictures being striaght but not straight anough.....