"I've seen corpses with better color,"
You say, like I don't know I'm green, or
That wet paint has made me sick.
Must you lay our differences so thick?Yes, I'm fragile where you're strong,
But this time I know you're wrong
To make such a big deal of it.
I'll be good in just a bit.So I fainted. I'm perfectly fine.
I'm not one of those girls who whine
Every four seconds for a hangnail.
We're away from that fresh-painted rail.Oh, don't you give me that fanged frown.
I just meant, you can put me down.©2007
inspired by Twilight, the first vampire story the author remembers reading
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