A/N: Just a poem that I started to write in my German lesson. I'm really running out of ideas... if ya have too many ya can give couple of them to me... right? I'll try to write something if ya wish me to....anyway this is a poem about Draco giving advises to anyone ya like to think... but I thought about Harry when I wrote this... actually this isn't a poem.... more like lyrics....
Love
Never say that word,
never to anyone.
When you mean it you're doomed,
it's too late when it's done.
Don't let that word on your lips,
he says with smoke around his head.
It's like cold and deadly kiss,
killing you in your very own bed.
Never say that word,
never to anyone.
When you mean it you're doomed,
it's too late when it's done.
He takes and lights a new cigarette,
his eyes telling not to trust his world,
pain and smoke is all you can get.
Ashes falling in to the night just like dying bird.
Never say that word,
never to anyone.
When you mean it you're doomed,
it's too late when it's done.
You know there's no room for you,
not in here in this world or in his so called heart
that's stoned and cold and slowly turning to blue
there's barricade around him, high and so damn sharp.
Never say that word,
never to anyone.
When you mean it you're doomed,
it's too late when it's done.
He's warning you about some letters and tells you to run,
but he really means to look out for himself, but how?
He said it himself, it's too late when it's done,
and it siply is too late for you now....
You're already in... love...
A/N: I really won't write anything if ya don't review 'cos I'm not so sure about my writing skills right now.... I'll be really depressed.... Hamlet-972 gets hell of a lot more reviews than I do... that's just no fair... well she writes more but still! I hate ya all!