Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter ):
Impossible.
From the second our eyes met, I hoped it wasn't
Impossible.
To see you without cause was
Impossible.
I needed an insult, an alibi so I wouldn't have to admit the
Impossible.
To say what ailed me, to confess that I could be in
Impossible,
Irrevocable, unviable, immutable love, and it was
Impossible
To explain why I can't see the leaves change color,
Impossible
To say why I can't see the sunlight's gleam
Impossible
To leave you in my past
Impossible
To think me and you could last
Impossible
To see you again.
Impossible;
Is that what we said, way back then?
Impossible
To see, right there, in front of us. Was it really
Impossible
To go against our pride, and to admit that the
Impossible
Could have been
Probable?
A/N: So, I've recently gotten into poetry :D. Don't judge me too harshly; this is one of the first poems I've written (seriously, at least. School ones don't count.). So..Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it xD! Cheers!
P.S. - This was written in Draco's Perspective. It was intended to be Dramione (So I'm tagging it as such), but hey, whatever makes you happy(: