Friendships don't last,
Love isn't real,
Happiness is fleeting.
Why do I feel?
Why do I feel so sad?
Shouldn't instead I feel mad?
He left me not the other why around,
But I greave, I am bound.
I am bound to you,
Though my heart and soul.
I am bound to you,
Do you even know?
Do you know what you mean to me?
You're my life,
My friend,
My sanity.
Just a little poem about some of the thoughts that Ginny might have had at the end of H.B.P.
