Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world does not belong to me. If it did it would consist of slash. This poem is something I would imagine Harry saying to Draco after he stopped talking to Harry while they had been secretly dating. Creative criticism wanted.
My dark prince do I no longer please you.
Do you not believe I love you?
Do you no longer care about me.
Why can't I seem to touch you?
Would you still even let me?
What have I done, please tell me.
You pass me without looking.
Not even insults pass you sweet lips.
Why do you punish me so?
Was it something I said?
Something I did.
What was it?
I need to know to make it right.
Let me fix my mistake.
I'll do anything please.
What could I have done to deserve this?
Please forgive me please.
