It would seem that the more I like to do something, the more I suck at it. Well, I adore poetry, therefore mine is atrocious. Oh well, review it if you please. And if you don't thanks for reading anyway!
POV: Ron (about Draco cheating with Harry) I know, it could be about anyone, but its my effing story so I will put whoever I bloody want in it.
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The sweet caresses of your deft hands
The way you purr my name, the way you call me yours
Your eyes of cold blue ice, melting only at the sight of mine
Those beautiful platinum locks, wisping 'round your ashen face
That devilish smirk, ever yet so full of pride and lust
The honey thick words of lies and deceit, sung sweetly to my face
The lingering smell of rose perfume, proof of your betrayal
How you deny it all with a panic stricken look, claiming none the other
How I caught you there with him, under him in your bed
Your hollow apologies and claims of seduction not heard by ears of mine
The anger inside, the fury, the wrath, the cold steel in my hands
The ruby flood, staining my hands, my soul, my being
The sorrow, the guilt, the shame at my mistake
Oh please forgive me! Why will you not wake? Why, why
The regret that I will live with, and die with soon enough
Oh how I hate how I love you…
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