off of this poem
Disclaimer: I don't own Angelina, Harry or Draco.
Poem by: Lili-lulabye13
Beneath the Silver and the Green
Many fear the colors of betrayal, proud ness, and of course pure nature,
all except for few. One in particular, brave hearted one. All things
changed everyone knew.
All spoke his name Harry Potter- none knew personally.
"I wonder what's behind those eyes- realize the pain he gained all alone?"
I hear you whisper Mr. Sinister- glares cut like knifes.
Draco, the kid with cold gray eyes?
Who is he?
No really who?
Beneath the Silver and the Green
Why is he so cruel? Does he choose this way or is it his nature? I've seen
him before, I knew his likings. I've studied his gestures, so blank, so
unopened
He stares at me while I write: I pause. He glares at me those mincing eyes.
What is it?
I see beyond the gray, greens, and silvers – does he see this in me? - No?
The longing to spill out everything he wants to tell me ...
I shounder, It's not the cold but, his cold gray ones. He looks away he
doesn't want to tell me anymore.
Who's past is present – our past is present our past is near, I fear
Beneath the Silver and the Green
I leave the Great Hall- smells fresh of brewing potions
To much devotion they took to make
My legs they quake, my voice it shakes. I fear- near I see silver's and
Green's
They laugh and taunt me, rave and flaunt they are superior.
"Mud blood" they spat. Just relax it will be over- just run, run away.
Can't stand to demand or find out what's
Beneath the Silver and the Green
I run, their voices echo through my brain
Insane, I prance through the Qudditch fields
It's raining, my face and long raven hair drenched
So happy to stay away, get way from those gray darting eyes. Popular is he?
By being an arrogant mincing boy... the wind blows
Who taunts my friends... the wind echoes
Who gives me such glares ... the wind spins
I can see it know
Beneath the Silver and the Green
My palms are soaked, my body restless, my brain confused
I mount my broom free away from terror. The clouds are gray and humid
I see something, it's wising near me and around my dazed mind.
I look and behind me- no, beside me he stares, more glarethan gaze
Blonde hair drenched
Inch by inch his lips curl a smile – but not quite
I feel uncomfortable above his gaze- I stare back in return
I see now he needs someone to be there and defend
His eyes are more open and his actions are out spoken to quick for me to
check up
He kisses me – surprise – a soft kiss
I break the kiss dismiss the fact he's silver and green and I gold and red.
I dread – this ...
He looks and kisses me again
The rain poured so heavily, that I could drown in his kiss.
His eyes tell all, I now know all
Beneath the silver and the Green
I drift, I drift, I drift, and I wake
Mistake?
It was a mere dream
Though it seems I can still feel his kiss upond my lips.
Pure bliss?
Or lust?
I must get to know him
Beneath the Silver and the Green
Though he spits and, glares and is as arrogant as hell-
I can tell there's something, something more to see
When he walks, his thoughts are?
His feelings are?
By far the smartest, daringness, and careless fool.
A tool I can't even use
Abuse me with words- not fist
Can't resist
Beneath the Silver and the Green
And I nestle in my slumber
I wonder why I am I and he that is he?
My head is confused my heart overwhelmed by the dream or was it?
"Too much thinking Angel- get dressed there's always tomorrow to find out
what's beneath the silver and the green"
TBC...
Well there's my poem hopefully a story will follow it along if I am not
lazy at the moment. I am tired as hell I love this poem. If you don't
understand some of the things I wrote in my poem email me. I love my fans thanks read and review my other stories.