A poem that I wrote. This one is dedicated to a very special person; HarryPotter-vs.-Twilight
for geting me to write this.
Sitting alone on a hot summer night,
The rain on the window gave me a fright.
The tears that slid down my eyes matched in perfection,
hoping my friends would make a resurrection.
I sit in my bed,
a pillow clutched to my head.
Whispers all around me,
Sleep dose not come soundly.
Why did they die?
Why was there no chance to say goodbye?
Why did they leave me?
I'm miserable can't they see?
The rain stills, but still the wind blows,
The cold chill runs down to my toes.
If I could have one wish you see,
It would be to have the gang back; He, She, and Me. . .
This poem is from Harry's POV of how he misses his friends after the war.