belief
holds you /together\
you have faith in what she tells you,
that you're
S. T. R. O. N. G.
that you're
friends.
when you realize
that boys
a-r-e-n-t. y-o-u-r.
cup of tea,
and that you can't even
(make-friends)
or
[play-quidditch]
it's like the whole (W*O*R*L*D) is against you.
but you found something you enjoy.
'maybe'no'one'else'appreciates'gardening'
but you do.
\ . . . /
and you wonder if she feels it too.
(but apparently, with her many boyfriends, she doesn't)
but you're still half-agony, half-hope
and someday, maybe, she'll come around.
"Wish upon a star, Roxie."
('Wish for me, cause I'm already here')
And I don't think you heard:
I.
Love.
You.
(you just need to keep faith that she's hearing your wishes)
A/N: This was written for the Big/Lil' Sis Team Prompt Competition on HPFC, where I had to write a freeverse based off of my big sis's oneshot, which can be found under her profile (why the caged bird sings-Moment). I used the prompt faith.
Please review!