Lovers of two sides
Like fire and ice, like air and stone.
It's Monday, you hate me. Scream, "leave me alone."
With long held in fear and with never healed bruises,
I hide away in my room. It's Tuesday.
Like sun over parched ones, like moon over tide,
You control me, my feelings, it's Wednesday alright.
Burning inside you, like hell meeting ice,
The Thursday finally makes you think twice.
Like a rainy wet coat and like soggy fries,
Friday makes you reveal your torn up disguise.
With hugs, smiles, and butterfly kisses,
Saturday is our day of forgiveness.
The rain clouds are pulling in once again.
It's Sunday, we're mad, the week's to repeat itself.
Just a quick poem by me to show how Draco's and Harry's relationship would go by if they would be paired together, while in the middle of fighting for their own sides. Like when Harry was building the army, or when Draco was for example doing the big job for Voldemort while letting the death eaters in. Draco would just plain on hate Harry and break him down, then feel sorry, then it would be all happy and then it would all go bad again. They can never be together.
FORGET THAT LAST SENTENCE! OF COURSE THEY ARE MENAT TO BE TOGETHER! THATS THE DRAMA! AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT? XD
