Not a very good poem, but a poem nonetheless. Hermione/? paring. I dont own any Harry Potter.
I see her as I sleep
Her crimson lips turned up in a smile.
Her deep chocolate eyes look back at me filled with love
She walks forward,
Arms welcoming me.
I walk into her embrace,
Burying my face into her strawberry scented hair
And fall into oblivion.
That's when I wake up.
Every night the same thing.
I turn over
And see her lying there,
Realizing I never fell asleep.
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--Broken Summer