Ok. This is seriously messed, and it just popped into my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters because they belong to JK Rowling (lucky her). But I do own the poem.



Even if I did love him,

It doesn't mean a thing.

It's just a silly crush,

Or is it?

He doesn't care,

Only flings and kissing matter.

When did he ever care about love?

I know him so well,

But yet, I can't be close.

I wish I was her,

With that long blond hair,

And sleepy blue eyes,

Those red lips,

Smiling from their last kiss.

And he just flaunts her,

Breaking me heart,

Not even knowing it.

I've been to every game,

Helped him through Charms,

I've kept his secrets,

And he repays me like this,

Just hurting me.

I hate him.

But it's hard to,

Looking at his messy black hair and soft brown eyes,

Once he gives you his slow, charming smile,

And begins to tell me how I'm such a great friend.

I feel better, much.

But I'm only a friend,

The girl with red hair and big green eyes,

Who always has her nose in books,

The one who always knows the answers in class,

Nothing more.



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