Brought on by my disgust with George/Angelina. I know it's not the greatest. Let me say first off that it's not racist or any crap like that. I simply despise the fact that people feel that due to the loss of Fred, Angelina and George automatically go together. I was looking up Fred/Angelina stories a little bit ago, and all that came up were George/Angelina. I wrote this poem to get the feelings off my chest, so if you don't like it, then congratulations. It's my opinion, and you cannot right the way I feel. Please review if you like it or have some honest criticism.
It's wrong
His brother was his other half
Her boyfriend was her other half
The twin falls at the final battle
So guess what people do?
They think two halves can make a whole
But that's not always true
It's like a puzzle; the pieces aren't flat
They're a disarray of veridicality
Morsels with scabrous fringes
Far from the actuality
So if the puzzle piece doesn't fit
Don't continue pushing
Some things just aren't meant to be
Just like them without he