Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, and never will be. And if Harry Potter isn't mine, Ginny isn't either.
In This Room
In This Room
In this room, Ginny can sleep
She doesn't need to count sheep
In this room, she can rest her head
And forget everything everyone said
In this room, she can pretend she's dead
The lights are out
Even though she wants to pout
She curls up in a ball
And stays quiet against the wall
Her love will never be returned
And for that, her heart burns
In this room, she can try to forget about Hermione
Every day she thinks, "How could she ever love me?"
Ginny wants to live
Maybe one day, Hermione will give
Her love to her
But that will never come true
So each day, she lives and wonders what to do
Live or Die, Ginny has no choice
Because in this room, she has no voice
The first poem I put on here, and it might be my last. I actually wrote this about, idk, maybe when I finished Couldn't Help But Smile.
This has just been gathering dust in my book, and I thought I should put it up.
I really hope people understand what it's about, cause when I found it last night, I forgot what it was about until I sudenly remembered.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it!