Bonjour, bonjour! How're you guys? Hopefully you guys are… Swell. X3 So, basically, this is a short poem about the Weasley Twins. It's written in Fred's POV. Or George's. You decide. It makes no difference. Anyway, it's short. Yes.
Disclaimer – I do not own, unfortunately, any of J. K. Rowling's books nor characters. I mean, I own some of the books, but they're not personally mine.
X) Enjoy.
Oh, and the bitch that's referred to in here is Angelina.
Yes, the fellow Quidditch member.
Sickly In Love
Slim arms around his body
His tight ones around mine
Lips against lips
We're taking our time
Dark lashes flutter
He lies plastered to me
His body, so warm
Giving off so much heat
One day we'll go far
My face goes red with a blush
But then we'll be caught
It's replaced with a flush
Then what will we do
Will we live together after?
Or will our loving world
Come to end with a shatter
I love my brother, my twin
I love his kisses, his touch
God, I wonder why
You made me love him so much
I miss the feel of him
Caressing my cheek
Kissing my neck
Making me weak
He's out with that bitch
How dare he go
Leaving me on "our" bed
Leaving me so alone
Making her laugh
Making her smile
While my ill-fated mind
Runs around by the mile
Where are they at
What're they doing
Are they kissing, touching
Are their feelings brooding
The door opens, I sigh
Look to you, ask you "Why..?"
Confused you stare
Penetrating me
Looking into my soul
Easily as if reading
I dare not move
Dare not say another word
Not dare to raise my eyes
I think it's the end of our world
You shake your head
Open your mouth to speak
I cry, "Go away!"
Yet my voice sounds so meek
You say nothing happened
You want me, not her
Said you told her the same,
Said she ran away hurt
I smile, eyes closing
As you lay down next to me
Happy, in bliss,
Imprisoned yet free…
A.N – Yes, short, yet sweet and simple. Or so I think. Review, S'il vous plait. I even asked formally. X)
If any good reviews come onto this poem, I'll definitely write my story down, then.