Silver

by snase

Dramione poem. He likes her, she likes him. They don't think it will ever work.

Silver is the colour of his eyes.

Silver is his grey of the sad sad skies.

Brown is the colour that he sees,

but she doesn't know that inside he bleeds

The sadness she doesn't see

Silver his life classy and dull,

For without her, his life is without,

something to hold,

someone to love