The Rose
Some say love
It is a river
Love is a strange thing. I prided myself on never having loved. Well,
not totally. I had loved one.
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love
It is a razor
And she hadn't loved me back. No, she loved a Gryffindor. A cocky
Gryffindor. Who played Quidditch.
That leaves the soul to bleed
Some say love
It is a hunger
She was the vision of perfection or maybe it was just my hormones
talking floaty red hair, that swirled around her head, pale
complexion, emerald eyes that glowed in the dark. Oh, how she loved
that Gryffindor. And he loved her back.
And endless aching need
I say love
It is a flower
At least, that's what appeared to the world. But I knew better. That
Gryffindor would never love anyone. He would never change. The two
of us were on opposite sides of the spectrum. He was a Gryffindor,
and auror, played Quidditch, had a loving family, and a great wife.
Me, I was a Slytherin, a Death Eater, couldn't play Quidditch to save
my life, my mom and dad were dead, and I loved his wife. He was
also good looking.
And you it's only seed
It's the heart
Afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
I could never get up in the courage, in my long years at Hogwarts, to
ask Lily out. Never. I don't know what I was more afraid of : Her
saying no, or Sirius and James beating me to a pulp.
It's the dream
Afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Perhaps I was also afraid of what my friends would say. I, Severus
Snape, had fallen in love with a Gryffindor. And nevertheless, A
MUDBLOOD Gryffindor.
It's the one
Who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
But no. She went off and married another Gryffindor, and had a child
which would certainly be in Gryffindor . Lily invited me to the
wedding. I didn't go.
And the soul
Afraid of dying
That never learns to live
And then they got themselves blown up by Voldemort. No matter how
much I did. I even told Dumbledore that Voldemort wanted the
Potters. But it didn't work. I visited Lily's grave site once, and never
again. Her and James, her own cocky Gryffindor, who had loved her
until the day they died, were lying side by side. I knew now then he
had loved her. And he always had. I had been wrong.
When the night
Has been too lonely
And the road
Has been too long
I lived a life of solitude. I was a teacher at Dumbledores school/ No
one liked me but my own house. No one trusted me but Dumbledore.
He alone had reason to trust me.
And you think
That love is only
For the lucky and the strong
And then that cocky Gryffindor showed up again. Not James. Just a
living replica of him. Oh, how I hated him. I hate how he owned Lily
in a way I never had. I hated how Lily died for him. I hated how
everyone loved him.
Just remember
In the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies a seed
But soon one day I fell in love again
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes a rose
Some say love
It is a river
Love is a strange thing. I prided myself on never having loved. Well,
not totally. I had loved one.
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love
It is a razor
And she hadn't loved me back. No, she loved a Gryffindor. A cocky
Gryffindor. Who played Quidditch.
That leaves the soul to bleed
Some say love
It is a hunger
She was the vision of perfection or maybe it was just my hormones
talking floaty red hair, that swirled around her head, pale
complexion, emerald eyes that glowed in the dark. Oh, how she loved
that Gryffindor. And he loved her back.
And endless aching need
I say love
It is a flower
At least, that's what appeared to the world. But I knew better. That
Gryffindor would never love anyone. He would never change. The two
of us were on opposite sides of the spectrum. He was a Gryffindor,
and auror, played Quidditch, had a loving family, and a great wife.
Me, I was a Slytherin, a Death Eater, couldn't play Quidditch to save
my life, my mom and dad were dead, and I loved his wife. He was
also good looking.
And you it's only seed
It's the heart
Afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
I could never get up in the courage, in my long years at Hogwarts, to
ask Lily out. Never. I don't know what I was more afraid of : Her
saying no, or Sirius and James beating me to a pulp.
It's the dream
Afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Perhaps I was also afraid of what my friends would say. I, Severus
Snape, had fallen in love with a Gryffindor. And nevertheless, A
MUDBLOOD Gryffindor.
It's the one
Who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
But no. She went off and married another Gryffindor, and had a child
which would certainly be in Gryffindor . Lily invited me to the
wedding. I didn't go.
And the soul
Afraid of dying
That never learns to live
And then they got themselves blown up by Voldemort. No matter how
much I did. I even told Dumbledore that Voldemort wanted the
Potters. But it didn't work. I visited Lily's grave site once, and never
again. Her and James, her own cocky Gryffindor, who had loved her
until the day they died, were lying side by side. I knew now then he
had loved her. And he always had. I had been wrong.
When the night
Has been too lonely
And the road
Has been too long
I lived a life of solitude. I was a teacher at Dumbledores school/ No
one liked me but my own house. No one trusted me but Dumbledore.
He alone had reason to trust me.
And you think
That love is only
For the lucky and the strong
And then that cocky Gryffindor showed up again. Not James. Just a
living replica of him. Oh, how I hated him. I hate how he owned Lily
in a way I never had. I hated how Lily died for him. I hated how
everyone loved him.
Just remember
In the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies a seed
But soon one day I fell in love again
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes a rose