A/N; I just wrote this, inspired by a boy I used to and probably will always love, but will never know (sniff sniff).
Anyhoo, I thought Sev might feel the same way about our Hermione...
I loved her first, but was too scared to say
I never thought she'd look my way.
She was so perfect, she had it all
Never did I think she'd hear my call.
My eyes would close, and then there she'd be
Those deep brown eyes focused on me.
But she never knew, and I'd never tell
He friends would laugh, maybe her as well.
And that chance, that I didn't take
My biggest regret, my favourite mistake.
She'd said she liked me, a secret she told
But I walked away, I stayed controlled.
I thought it best, she'd have a life
What did I expect, her to be my wife?
I laugh at the thought, though secretly wish
If it were to be true, I could have stolen a kiss.
Now I see her, from afar I watch her smile
That idiot holding her, he's been there for a while
Now, but I can't mind. I suppose she's happy
The pain in my chest knowing it could have been me.
I loved her first, and it's never fair
No one can ever know how much I care.
It is too late now, I missed my chance.
It hurts to watch, her and him dance
Around what seems to be their petty lust,
Yet I am jealous, I look away, I must.
Why couldn't I have seen it years ago,
How much it would hurt to let her go?
Now she plays for him the doting wife
Doesn't she even realise she is ruining my life?
How different, anyway, would it have been?
I'd have thrown her away, I'd not have seen
Until she was gone how precious she is
How she keeps me alive, she makes me live.
But I know now, even if I didn't before
And I watch on, wishing for more.
She doesn't see me, she no longer will
But she is my drug, my much needed pill.
And I burn inside, for the mistakes that I made
I cannot touch her, I will just fade
Away into the background, eventually dust
I'm left to suffer, my solitary lust.
I can not have her, my chance now has passed
But I can still dream of changing the past.
I see her smile; I pretend it's for me
I long to love her, and she cannot see.
And it's still not fair, for her I thirst
And that idiot has her, yet I loved her first.
A/N; Please review, I love reviews, I wrap them up and keep them all in my sock drawer