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