Lost to me
Your golden hair sweeps your face, Caressing and hiding the pain in your silver eyes. No one else can see it, sense it, or feel it. But I can. Your eyes sweep from side to side, looking anywhere but at me, the person you long to stare at. Yes, me. It's funny how life turns out. Now you have ducked your head to keep from looking inside my soul. From branding me with your silver touch, As light as a feather, yet as deeply felt as the blood that pounds through my heart. You push against the wall and stride quickly away, your footsteps fading. And as the last sound dies away, I whisper the only word that will take away the aching silence that tears my heart to shreds, and bares my soul. "Draco..." But you have not heard my cry, and in doing so, you are Forever lost to me...
Your golden hair sweeps your face, Caressing and hiding the pain in your silver eyes. No one else can see it, sense it, or feel it. But I can. Your eyes sweep from side to side, looking anywhere but at me, the person you long to stare at. Yes, me. It's funny how life turns out. Now you have ducked your head to keep from looking inside my soul. From branding me with your silver touch, As light as a feather, yet as deeply felt as the blood that pounds through my heart. You push against the wall and stride quickly away, your footsteps fading. And as the last sound dies away, I whisper the only word that will take away the aching silence that tears my heart to shreds, and bares my soul. "Draco..." But you have not heard my cry, and in doing so, you are Forever lost to me...