there is one side with
people wearing white like
angels, and
there is one side with
people dressed in black like
the devil, like death
/
and you belong to one
but you love another
and this is a matter of family
and faith, and you
have black blood that
has wasted on the ground
/
libraries with pages
about history in the making
people with stories
of love for the taking
/
"what matters is the
part we choose to act on.
that's who we really are."
/
the problem is which
half will you choose to act on,
who do you want to let die?
[a brother scorched off a tapestry
or the rest of the crimson in your veins?]
/
mother never used to read
you bedtime stories about
heroes, no, she'd ask you to be
the villain
/
[why? you'd ask, and she'd say
that the books are too scared to tell,
but they are the ones that always win]
/
oh, it doesn't matter,
little regulus
[he's in azkaban
they are dead
you are drowning]
/
i have a favor to ask of you all. a question for you to answer.
should i continue writing these poems or writing drabbles/stories? i love doing both and i'm very stuck on which one i should concentrate my time on. i'd love if you'd all take the poll on my profile or include the answer in a review below!
thank you to all of you that consistently review — i know i might seem unappreciative, but i read every single one. thank you so much!
-dee