Ridiculous,
That tousled hair--
Those shining emerald eyes.
Always grinning,
Always laughing,
So alive.
Center of attention--
Not wanting the fame
But unable to escape it.
"Oh look, it's Harry."
"Oh what a dear!"
Why don't you die?
How can a firefly shine
When the sun hangs in the sky?
We've got no chance
When you're around
You're the star of the play
And we're not even co-stars--
Just part of the backdrop.