Rob Drought.

As another day dawns and my breath turns to sighs
And my will to live just withers and dies.
The days turn to weeks with no sightings to see
But I have to be content and let you be.

I hope you are busy writing your songs
This is the time for which you have longed.
A time for escape from the insanity wrought
That the fame and chaos Twilight has brought.

Too soon the camera will beckon again
As you don the mask of Edward in pain.
Those amber contacts, a vampire disguise
Hiding those beautiful blue grey eyes

The beard will go, clean shaven you'll be
A gorgeous man for the whole world to see.
Until then, darling Rob, stay happy and well
And I will bide my time in this drought called Hell.