A Prize - A Fleur Delacour Freeverse
A prize
(and a prettyrichflawless one at that)
.
That's all you are,
Honey,
And it's all,
You'll ever be,
(all this but nothing else)
.
You're a flower,
Darling,
Not a s/t/a/r
You can be pretty
(oh-so-pretty)
But you'll never *s*h*i*n*e*
.
Fleur's just a flower,
A trophy,
A prize to be won!
How does it feel,
Darling?
.
Gabrielle's a sweetheart,
(not as pretty, though)
She's a person,
You know?
She's s_t_u_c_k in her big sissy's shadow,
(and what a big shadow it is)
But she can be whoever,
Whatever,
She wants
(but not you)
.
But poor,
Gorgeous,
Rich,
Precious,
(wanted-by-every-man)
Fleur,
She's just a p*r*i*z*e
(that no-one can win)
.
And you're Fleur,
Darling,
And you're reputation precedessss you.
They all know you,
(haven't met you, though),
They know you're
Gorgeous,
Rich,
Precious,
(wanted-by-every-man)
(and they want you too)
But they don't know you,
.
They don't know you,
Do they, honey?
(poor, perfect Fleur)
Don't know you want to *s*h*i*n*e,
Not SIT there and be
P/R/E/T/T/Y
.
And it's f-f-funny,
Darling,
That if you say it fast,
(prettyprettyprettyprettyprettypretty)
It means nothing at all,
(and it doesn't)
.
You know what else they don't know,
Darling?
You're waiting for the right man,
The one who loves you (youandnothingelse),
.
How will you know?
(Will you ever?)
.
But look-y here,
Darling,
Here he comes,
With ^f^a^n^g^ earrings,
*R*e*d* hair,
( a f/o/r/e/i/g/n/e/r, my goodness)
A family that hates you,
And his love,
His gentlekindbeautiful love,
And the way he really does-
love you for you and nothing else.
.
And he's a little scarred,
Darling,
But you don't give a damn,
(you're pretty enough for ten, let alone two)
A little imperfect is perfect for you.
And in his eyes,
You s*h*i*n*e like the s/u/n
.
You're happy to be a prize,
Because you're his,
Darling,
And it's time that you were won.
.
FIN