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A Beloved Bastard :comments are my candy!

THIS IS MY OWN DISCLAIMER: THIS POEM ISN'T ABOUT TWILIGHT AT ALL! La BELLA MeANS the BEAUTIFUL IN FRENCH><

ALICE IS FROM ALICE IN WONDERLAND NOT TWILIGHT....

Hey guys this one is pretty old Like 2 years old haha but am gonna fix it up and call it beautiful-bella again.Also paramour means secret lover just so you know this poem is a little different its told from third person wise and a little of the guys Anyways yea comment it, tell me your favorite parts and all the magic...enjoy..

Title: A Beloved Bastard

She waits today on the mountains cliff for you.

There's nothing left to lose.

In her eyes anyway.

She's waiting in her wedding dress clutching on to a broken up promise forgotten to you.

But it was written in stone of the legacy of who they were.

A lady in waiting is always just that.

Her tears are like rain caught on trees leafs.

They're always gonna be falling down even when the rain stops.

Pouring down. She looks out toward the oceans end.

How blue, and how gone her eyes look now.

Distant searching the horizon.

With one of her last roses from her bouquet of.

A wedding that was never meant to have taken place.

The center is blacken to its core like ashes on burnt wood.

The tips that kind of red that's crimson for a significant deaths.

Blood.

The white dress would be meaningless to you.

If you ever could have seen it.

When we all knew you were never planning on coming for our

La bella.

You left her to her own defense which weren't strong enough to kill the hurt.

You're a murderer in moonlight taking her in and throwing her out when you're done with her..

She lost the war of her once paramour..

You were always gonna be her only love.

If only your words weren't cutting in like knifes.

You were the sharpest blade after all.

Finding the smallest openings and digging deeper in scratches.

If only you could have been one of those to fade into the nothing.

That I, and everyone thought you were.

You're a lying bastard and everyone knows it but her.

She is the innocent in your crime of felony and fraud.

She couldn't tell from that brilliant smile that you're a Chester cat in

disguise Of the red Queen.

Oh. if only the rabbit who would lead the way.

The way to get home to that place where she will once again be safe from liars lies and tricksters clever masked truths.

Now the only time she ever chooses to come out was when the moon was half lit for you.

You said it was suppose to be you, telling her to follow in through.

The light because it would lead the way to where you are suppose to be waiting.

Coming to get her someday and you'll be such a prince

You were so pretensions it was painful to watch.

Her trains getting torn, worn out, and muddy to where its beyond repair.

The white and pure clean is gone on that once amazing dress.

Her black curls and porcelain like skin, dirty.

Her prefect make-up stained.

There were only a few times.

When only a number of people could catch a glimpse of not a ghost.

No, no not a wanderer of night, but a girl departed and yet a chance.

To catch the other part of hers.

Which we all know you have kept as yours.

She plays that old game.

Does he love me does he love me not?

Making those petals fall in flakes of red showering down into the ocean of emptiness and time stuck in.

Pourning Down as If her blood was falling in.

She watches as her life comes and goes.

Never changing and we all wish it to be something more.

A chance of fate.

Of what she thinks is suppose.

To be her unfinished ending finally coming to that last crumbing dried up rose.

Hoping the wind will carry it away in breathed air.

To bad it's never gonna be a happy ending.

They all whisper as she crosses paths to find a place that was.

At one time filled with laughter, and joy.

Home.

The words "I DO"

They never did have a good meaning to them till she come along.

You are where there now is the lose of a disappearing beloved.

She awaits around like a clock ticking patience.

Before it hits the right time and goes off.

Catching her off guard

Her lullaby is a tragic ballad of missing life.

She walks among the living but looks as if she were among the fallen heroes of the dead.

Now she has watched as the lost of those forbidden petals fall from there grace.

She can, and will have forgiven you.

Forgotten the past she tried so hard to erase.

Now you're on the edge peering down into the surface of the ocean.

She caught your guiding light and pulled you in.

Down under the surface where you're both suppose to be.

The sun as arisen and the ocean it bluer and we all know she has the bastard and we're smiling.

Departed he was your paramour of course.

The secret lover. Has a promise to keep.

Now we all know Alice has gone and found her home....

The beloved bastard lies now......................................

Comment it, tell me darling dears your favorite if any parts that you liked loved and hated all balled up in one. Tell me your thoughts on what this poem means if anything to you and all that or just w/b to me. This poem is mostly like third person and half of the guys just so you don't get confused with it....hehe

Also this was never ever about Twilight so all you Twilight freaks can fuck yourself's.. silly with sparkles..