A/N - I know this is really random and weird but I just needed to write something other than my
story (which is driving me nuts btw). This poem is just about how Ginny felt back in her first
year when her soul got sucked out of her. Literally. So, be kind, rewind .... er, review. Whatever.
I love you all!
Secret Thoughts of Mine
The harmless act of writing down my thoughts
I never knew there could be so many locks
And keys he used to 'open up'
The secrets inside me
To fill his empty shell, his cup
He could not listen to my plea
You cannot hear what is not there
Believe me willingly if you dare
I knew it was wrong, I knew that I should
Never give in to his friendly hand
Strangers, listen if you could
That, yes, I did take a stand
It may not have been right
Yet as it was I made no fight
To have a friend to share my soul
He said he'd love me till I was old
I stare into my cereal bowl
Feeling the emptiness and the cold
They might have listened, they might have shared
I wish I knew they'd cared
Before they found me in his lair
Asleep, and dead to what I had loved
I had no soul left to bear
I was left, a hand that was gloved
