I try, that all I can say.
Disclaimer: Twilight does in no way, shape, or form belong to me since it's Stephenie Meyer's.
One thing in common,
To keep us connected.
Caught in the in-between,
There it was erected.
A shining image of perfection,
Colors of every highlight.
When the day would stay to meet the night,
It was there that became twilight.
I need constuctive cristism. Don't just say 'you suck'. I get that I probably do (probably meaning that I'm hopeful that maybe I don't...maybe?:S) and poetry's not really my thing, but give me something to work with. How can I improve, that is my question.