So, sometimes it is hard. It's the toughest fight to fight, to win. Right now, I'm where I am; in my memories. With all of me. I do fight wars, have always fought wars, but I'm strong. I'm like my father; with my black wavy hair and strength, with also my happiness and so much to think for, the littlest and simplest of me. The E of my name.
I am also like my mother; a warrior (as they both are), I am me. The belle of my name, beauty of my eyes. . . Rosalie and Emmett will forever be my parents, they may not know so, though they will be. My rocks to the world --- with the inclusion of others. The only people who did leave me -- never saw me as a disgrace or perfection.
I will come back, I will also bring the one's that need to. But for now, I need only burn down, so that when I raise once more --I capture the attention of those that need so. I will bring them all down, as my old lover taught me.
Though, I will come back -- with the strength of plenty.
Sometimes even the strongest fall, but every time something will rise back up. In the end, Ares will help; be it that he knows it or not he will help me, and I'll finally know. . . Who will I choose for my love? It's so hard on my life. . .
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Drag Me Down
FanfictionThey left her, in a state of pain. Yet, Elizabelle still grew up and is amazing as she was in a child like year. Now, she just needs to work on not letting anyone drag her down.
