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.