This is a one-shot that I formed at around midnight last tonight...or should I say...this morning. Anyway I hope you enjoy it...it's about Bella and how she feels after Sirius falls through the veil in the fifth Harry Potter book. And how she wishes she could go back and save him.
So...enjoy...and I hope it doesn't make you cry (I also hope it doesn't make you gag and x it off too! xD) Please review and tell me your opinion(s)... --isabell the fantastic looser--
How do I say what I cannot say?
How do you say anything with a broken heart?
How do you find any words to speak or breaths to breathe, when all you want to do is scream?
How do you mend what cannot be broken?
How do you feel what cannot be touched?
How do you scream when you cannot whisper?
How can you bear a burden that cannot be weighed, or taste something that isn't there?
How do you learn to laugh when there is no joy?
How do you fly when you have no wings?
How can you love when there is no one to cherish?
How do you light a candle without a match, or destroy what cannot be killed?
How does life continue when there is no beginning, and no end?
How do you live when everything you cared about is gone?
What point is there to life if all you find is sadness?
How do you dream when there is no sleep?
How do you cry when you cannot weep?
How do you sing without a song; die without a death?
Why do I stand here, watching happily;
While he slips behind the veil, scared but willing?
How do I stop the yearning of my heart when I deny his existence?
Why do I stand here, reaching;
While he fades from memory?
Why do days pass so quickly while seconds drag by?
How can I stay with him for eternity when there is no forever?
Why can't I go back, and reach him in time?
Why can't I grab his hand, and pull him back through?
Why can't we live forever in heaven, and never look back on what was?
Why can't I float on clouds, and forget the pain of this loss?
Why can't I find myself, safe in his arms?
Why can't I feel his reassuring finger stroke my cheek, or hear his soft melodic voice singing to me again?
Why can't I change the past, and find a future with him; here in Hell?
I've never known myself to be so...sappy, but I guess it works...
Hope you liked it, I sure enjoyed pouring out my guts and sorrows, forming it into words and paisting it onto this page for you peeps to read. I guess that's why I like writing so much. You can spill your guts and then arragne them into a story or poem...and it makes you feel peaceful inside.
Please review...even if you absolutely hated it! --isabell the looser--
