Disclaimer: Harry P no belong to me, and, yes, a pathetic rhyme was the best thing I could come up with.

AN: Meh. Don't like this much. I might take it down. It's unoriginal and falls a bit flat, but feel free to disagree.


Youth and innocence,

Trickling away,

Like water through my fingers.

Don't I get a say,

On how fast my outlook darkens?

How soon I gotta own up?

Cause it seems much too fast.

Why do I have to grow up?

I don't want to see the world,

For what it really is.

I just want to stay with you,

I just want us to stay kids.

I want to make you glare at me,

Shoot those daggers with such style.

I want to make you declare war,

While smiling all the while.

I want to yell and fight,

I want to snipe and bicker.

From practice my mind's quick,

But yours is always quicker.

My words are cruel, their ruthless,

My tongue is razor sharp.

On you tut and nag,

And on and on you harp.

I'll never cease to hate it,

When you do just that,

Won't cease to loath and despise,

Your cutting, clever comebacks.

But that little line,

Is dangerously thin,

Between what I call hate,

And what you call falling in...


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