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i don't want to know
where you got this crazy thought.
we could be friends,
you said.
we could be real,
you said.
alot of good all your talking did for me.
i'm lying down now,
in a ditch,
in blood-
mine and yours.
you tempted me with friendship,
had to steer me off course.
look what you've done,
because of what you said.
i would have lived to see another day,
perhaps.
i would have belonged,
perhaps.
i didn't need your friendship,
your trusting eyes,
your comfort,
but,
god help me,
i wanted it,
i wanted it all.
but,
you see what friendship gets you now, golden boy?
you see all the good it does?
you're looking at me now,
blood having an interesting contrast to your skin,
so pale.
you're so pale and thin,
you really should eat something.
you'll be alright,
i made sure you would live.
i took the curse for you,
i saved you.
but,
hey,
what are friends for?
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***my first really deep HP poem- if you haven't guessed, it's Draco's POV and the "golden boy" was, of course, meant to be Harry. whenever i picture them as becomming friends i always get this sorta morbid picture- even tho i think they'll be like this in the seventh book! oh well, enough babbeling! press the little "go" button down there and send me a review! thanks!
-laura
*also, interpret this as slash or not slash- i guess it could be either!
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i don't want to know
where you got this crazy thought.
we could be friends,
you said.
we could be real,
you said.
alot of good all your talking did for me.
i'm lying down now,
in a ditch,
in blood-
mine and yours.
you tempted me with friendship,
had to steer me off course.
look what you've done,
because of what you said.
i would have lived to see another day,
perhaps.
i would have belonged,
perhaps.
i didn't need your friendship,
your trusting eyes,
your comfort,
but,
god help me,
i wanted it,
i wanted it all.
but,
you see what friendship gets you now, golden boy?
you see all the good it does?
you're looking at me now,
blood having an interesting contrast to your skin,
so pale.
you're so pale and thin,
you really should eat something.
you'll be alright,
i made sure you would live.
i took the curse for you,
i saved you.
but,
hey,
what are friends for?
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**********************************************************************************
***my first really deep HP poem- if you haven't guessed, it's Draco's POV and the "golden boy" was, of course, meant to be Harry. whenever i picture them as becomming friends i always get this sorta morbid picture- even tho i think they'll be like this in the seventh book! oh well, enough babbeling! press the little "go" button down there and send me a review! thanks!
-laura
*also, interpret this as slash or not slash- i guess it could be either!
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