Dull heart ache when I hear your name,
But when you say hello, it's all the same.
A smile, a look, a special glance,
A dream, a dream of sweet romance.
Makes me forever wish to be yours.
But you speak of her, bring heart break sores.
What's special about her, what makes her great?
Does she tease you with fish and bait?
I can be that girl if you let me try,
I can tease you when I say hi.
Playing a game, you get distracted by looks,
They almost steal the game, those nasty crooks.
I smile at you, to say we'll still win.
But at her you stare, face loaded with a grin.
We win the game, but you lose the war.
You didn't lose me, but you didn't win her.
What's special about her, what makes you smile?
Is it her hair that sticks out a mile?
I can be that girl if you give me a chance.
I can be yours in the game of romance.
I try to let go, you aren't for me,
But I still have dreams of us being we.
You take my hand, play with my hair,
The scare on your forehead is never there.
We dance and we sing, and we smile a lot,
I show off the engagement ring for me you bought.
What makes her special? Why will my dreams never be true?
Why won't you ever just get a clue?
I can be that girl, if you give me a shot,
That's what I think, and that's what I thought.
I watch while you read, out under the tree.
You look at the sky, I wish I knew what you see.
I try to approach you, but I quickly retreat,
For that girl, next to you is her seat.
So I sit back, afraid to cry.
I, too, look at the sky, wishing I could fly.
What makes her special? Why is she yours?
What makes you beg? Get on all fours?
I can be that girl, let's give it a go.
I'll love you forever, you know.
~*~
Ginny sat in her dorm, sitting with her legs beneath her. She had just pulled out that poem she had written two years ago in her second year. When Michael had asked her out, she decided it was high time to get rid of this silly trash she had written when she thought she was 'in love' with Harry.
"How was I so stupid? It's impossible to be in love with someone when they don't love you back. That's why Michael and I work so well, he actually likes me back." Letting out this declaration was like relieving a burden Ginny had carrying for years.
Picking up the sheet of parchment, Ginny ripped it in half, in half again, and in half once more. As she scooped up the pieces, a smile came to her face, as if she was seeing everything differently. She shuffled the pieces into one hand, and opened the window with one hand. She then tossed the sheets outside her window, watching them fall to the ground slowly.
"I lied, Harry, I won't love you forever."
But when you say hello, it's all the same.
A smile, a look, a special glance,
A dream, a dream of sweet romance.
Makes me forever wish to be yours.
But you speak of her, bring heart break sores.
What's special about her, what makes her great?
Does she tease you with fish and bait?
I can be that girl if you let me try,
I can tease you when I say hi.
Playing a game, you get distracted by looks,
They almost steal the game, those nasty crooks.
I smile at you, to say we'll still win.
But at her you stare, face loaded with a grin.
We win the game, but you lose the war.
You didn't lose me, but you didn't win her.
What's special about her, what makes you smile?
Is it her hair that sticks out a mile?
I can be that girl if you give me a chance.
I can be yours in the game of romance.
I try to let go, you aren't for me,
But I still have dreams of us being we.
You take my hand, play with my hair,
The scare on your forehead is never there.
We dance and we sing, and we smile a lot,
I show off the engagement ring for me you bought.
What makes her special? Why will my dreams never be true?
Why won't you ever just get a clue?
I can be that girl, if you give me a shot,
That's what I think, and that's what I thought.
I watch while you read, out under the tree.
You look at the sky, I wish I knew what you see.
I try to approach you, but I quickly retreat,
For that girl, next to you is her seat.
So I sit back, afraid to cry.
I, too, look at the sky, wishing I could fly.
What makes her special? Why is she yours?
What makes you beg? Get on all fours?
I can be that girl, let's give it a go.
I'll love you forever, you know.
~*~
Ginny sat in her dorm, sitting with her legs beneath her. She had just pulled out that poem she had written two years ago in her second year. When Michael had asked her out, she decided it was high time to get rid of this silly trash she had written when she thought she was 'in love' with Harry.
"How was I so stupid? It's impossible to be in love with someone when they don't love you back. That's why Michael and I work so well, he actually likes me back." Letting out this declaration was like relieving a burden Ginny had carrying for years.
Picking up the sheet of parchment, Ginny ripped it in half, in half again, and in half once more. As she scooped up the pieces, a smile came to her face, as if she was seeing everything differently. She shuffled the pieces into one hand, and opened the window with one hand. She then tossed the sheets outside her window, watching them fall to the ground slowly.
"I lied, Harry, I won't love you forever."