This is a poem for Harry and Draco From Harry's point of view.
You whisper like a dangling string
And I'm hanging on your every word
Climbing closer to your lips
Desperate to believe what I have heard
Have you ever listened to a smile?
Sounds like a rush from an open door
You run to it, but it shuts itself
Leaves you yearning, wanting more
My fingers change their point of view
They trace the outline of your cheek
They can't hear your smile anymore
"Look at me! Why don't you speak?"
Have you ever listened to a smile?
Sounds like a rush from an open door
Have you ever listened to a tear?
The sound of not listening anymore
