This is Ginny's reflection on her times with Tom Riddle as he spoke to her through his diary. I am sorry the spacing isn't the best it doesn't seem to work on my computer. Please read and review. Thank you.

Heart Races

Trying to hide what is right on your face

A giant black mark you can't seem to erase

And you try and you hide, let the writing subside

Can't keep pace, it's a race

And I'm winning

You try to avoid that which you can't replace

A heart but no mind can make you a disgrace

And you lie and you tried but it's too deep inside

Can't keep pace, it's a race

And you're losing

Can't you see it's the wrong path you're choosing?

And I said I could help if you joined my embrace

Get rid of the marks that I traced on your face

And I was there when you cried but you had too much pride

Can't keep pace, it's a race

And I lost

And now I'm the one trying to hide my face

So that you can't see what I now can't erase

And now I try and I hide, won't the writing subside?

It was no race, it's a chase

And you won

But you chased the wrong one, Can't you see what's begun?

Now I am done because I've been outdone

And you can't win what's already been won