Hey... I hope you like this poem. I've got more; maybe I'll post them. Ok... I
really started writing this poem for a whole different reason than what it
turned out to be, but yeah.

Fictional You and Him
By Cho

You stand there smiling,
Your cheeks all rosy;
Standing next to him,
Looking Oh-So-Cozy.

You look so right,
Standing next to him.
Your clothes don't clash,
The background's dim.

His light, pale blue
Against your soft pale pink;
You look like his right hand,
His missing link.

Your black hair curves
Your face just right;
Your picture's taken
On this special night.

He went into the maze,
Thinking he'd come out;
But he didn't come alive
So you shout:

"Why did you take
My dear Cedric tonight
Why didn't You-Know-Who
Give him a chance to fight?"

You stand there now,
Without your trueloves hand.
The rain wets your hair,
You fall down to the sand.

Now your mascara's running,
As you crawl into a ball.
The tears keep on coming,
You're beginning to bawl.

And to think that the picture
Was taken last night
Never thinking if
The boy who lived
Got into a fight.

Fictional You and Him
By Cho

Soon I'll have the link to my Real You and Him put up on FictionPress.com.
Thanks for reading. Please r&r.