DISCLAIMER: Teh, suuuuure. If you keep believin so wll I! But seriously? I don't own jack except for this poem. It popped into my head just now.
AN: I know!! Your probablly thinking 'Whats the hell she doing!? She has two other stories still!' But as most writters know, once that plot bunny bites you have to bite back! So... Heres a new story which has graced me with its presence.
Here I stay all alone,
Living in this darkened home,
Laying on a cold stone bench,
My thoughts all a very fine mess.
What did I do to sit in this cell?
I just stood up to my very own hell.
A strong force had pushed me along,
The power of righting this very sick wrong.
Now look at where I am,
Did I take it too far?
Was it wrong to slip him that drink,
To make him first think?
That was my problem,
Letting him live.
Allowing him to tell,
To lie and fib.
So now ends my time,
In a world so twisted.
And finally goodnight,
So long to my bitter-sweet love…
Goodbye.
What do you all think? Good? Bad? Tragically sad?
Im in a good mood. And yes, its a Hermione-centric fic. So sue me. Not really. The sueing part...
Review please!! The feed my soul!! And plot bunny's brain.
Julieann