this is a ginny/tom riddle poem, and i hope you can understand it, cause i sure dont.
Riddle
We did it in front of the mirror,
Though he wouldn't say why.
Still building illusions on a flooring of lies.
Trick a lonely little girl, can't be hard,
She'll give her whole self to please you, every last shard.
So spin your lies riddle,
Say their better than truths.
Say she's to pure for this world,
That your favor is done in good morale.
She's fading now riddle.
No more use for the mirror.
The last of her drips onto that you hold dear,
But it's your soul that's crushing.
And then a small song, a little smile, and then nothing.