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A/N I feel quite creative tonight so I wanted to write not necessarily meaning that it's good. It's a RL/HG! Enjoy!
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Things weren't always this way. At one time, I use to smile, laugh, and warm my face in the sun but now, just dank stillness.
The war had torn the countryside, lives, my life apart.
Just when I thought I could be happy - live a life I was worthy of - love as if I was worthy of it - all was scattered.
Appalling on how weak dreams of men actually are when you think of it
Nothing more then an intangible thing, and no matter how hard you hang on, it dissolves in front of you and becomes something else.
Perhaps someone else's dream or maybe someone else's greatest fear
But no longer is it yours any more then the sunbeams that warm the Earth.
They are always there but you can never touch just one
You, my dear Remus are suppose to be here right now - not a prisoner of your own mind.
You rub you flaxen hair in the morning, slumped over your cereal.
You hardly look at me and when you do; your eyes are masked - clouded over with no recognition of the love we shared.
You lull about in your recliner by the bay window staring - staring - staring
Some days I think you're coming back.
Your eyes seem to light up at the sight of Sirius or Albus but when they leave after hours of one-sided conversation you slump back to your vegetative state.
The war unhinged you, you poor man.
Maybe someday my dream will come back - maybe someday you'll wake up - maybe someday the war will finally be over in your soul.
a/n Wow where in the hell did that come from? That was suppose to be a happy fic. Sorry if I depressed you. It depressed me.
A/N I feel quite creative tonight so I wanted to write not necessarily meaning that it's good. It's a RL/HG! Enjoy!
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Things weren't always this way. At one time, I use to smile, laugh, and warm my face in the sun but now, just dank stillness.
The war had torn the countryside, lives, my life apart.
Just when I thought I could be happy - live a life I was worthy of - love as if I was worthy of it - all was scattered.
Appalling on how weak dreams of men actually are when you think of it
Nothing more then an intangible thing, and no matter how hard you hang on, it dissolves in front of you and becomes something else.
Perhaps someone else's dream or maybe someone else's greatest fear
But no longer is it yours any more then the sunbeams that warm the Earth.
They are always there but you can never touch just one
You, my dear Remus are suppose to be here right now - not a prisoner of your own mind.
You rub you flaxen hair in the morning, slumped over your cereal.
You hardly look at me and when you do; your eyes are masked - clouded over with no recognition of the love we shared.
You lull about in your recliner by the bay window staring - staring - staring
Some days I think you're coming back.
Your eyes seem to light up at the sight of Sirius or Albus but when they leave after hours of one-sided conversation you slump back to your vegetative state.
The war unhinged you, you poor man.
Maybe someday my dream will come back - maybe someday you'll wake up - maybe someday the war will finally be over in your soul.
a/n Wow where in the hell did that come from? That was suppose to be a happy fic. Sorry if I depressed you. It depressed me.