Memories
By Mena Apricot
Nights are a sea of fierce swell that sometimes brings me memories. And what kind of memories the ones flying tonight! Memories that have been asleep for such a long time, memories that reminds me of other times. I have nothing but a sad & sweet feeling, sweet and sad but old, old like the old taste of old tears &old like the wall of the castle where she appeared running taking Ginny by the hand when I was loving her more than anything but without knowing it. But I loved her Oh I loved Hermione in those days everything came in other names from loving her quietly to live with the trust that she love me behind her bright eyes and her slight, yeah, I found the letters under her pillow that she wrote me at night and never gave me and. what if she would have known that I loved Her I loved Hermione when she looked everywhere without looking, when she imagined and combed her hair, brown like November leaves and long, long like winters that never stayed near or far only and only next to me and next to me I remind you: I loved Hermione I loved Hermione I loved Hermione when she helped me with my homework, when I wrapped her up with my coat, when we looked at the stars, when she wrote I was her love, when I understand it and when like today I remember it, sweet and sad like tears and kisses, cheek kisses, childhood kisses and. long ago kisses Oh! I loved Hermione I loved Hermione I loved Hermione when her father died and they told her, when in the surprise she burst into tears and dropped the notebook where it was written that she loved me as long as it was endless like the sun I loved Hermione when she had to move with her grandparents, when she stopped going to classes with Ginny, when an afternoon like any other gray and cold afternoon she went far, far away, farther than where all the dreams go to, all the dreams that repeat to me that when kid and in the mornings I liked Hermione Granger and all I have now from her its just a memory.
By Mena Apricot
Nights are a sea of fierce swell that sometimes brings me memories. And what kind of memories the ones flying tonight! Memories that have been asleep for such a long time, memories that reminds me of other times. I have nothing but a sad & sweet feeling, sweet and sad but old, old like the old taste of old tears &old like the wall of the castle where she appeared running taking Ginny by the hand when I was loving her more than anything but without knowing it. But I loved her Oh I loved Hermione in those days everything came in other names from loving her quietly to live with the trust that she love me behind her bright eyes and her slight, yeah, I found the letters under her pillow that she wrote me at night and never gave me and. what if she would have known that I loved Her I loved Hermione when she looked everywhere without looking, when she imagined and combed her hair, brown like November leaves and long, long like winters that never stayed near or far only and only next to me and next to me I remind you: I loved Hermione I loved Hermione I loved Hermione when she helped me with my homework, when I wrapped her up with my coat, when we looked at the stars, when she wrote I was her love, when I understand it and when like today I remember it, sweet and sad like tears and kisses, cheek kisses, childhood kisses and. long ago kisses Oh! I loved Hermione I loved Hermione I loved Hermione when her father died and they told her, when in the surprise she burst into tears and dropped the notebook where it was written that she loved me as long as it was endless like the sun I loved Hermione when she had to move with her grandparents, when she stopped going to classes with Ginny, when an afternoon like any other gray and cold afternoon she went far, far away, farther than where all the dreams go to, all the dreams that repeat to me that when kid and in the mornings I liked Hermione Granger and all I have now from her its just a memory.