You want me back,
Ever since you were lost
Without me.
I can't help you find what you're looking for.
You have to help yourself.
I've already tried showing you
The good that some people withhold,
Yet you believe
I,
Like all the others,
Would turn away with nothing left.
Only tears for you staining a paled face.
Draco,
My cheeks remain arid,
My face a healthy pink.
I can't look at you,
Without seeing your gray eyes.
The gray of tears both cried and sought.
Your complexion so drained,
Like that of your victims.
Can you not see it Draco?
You are suffering that of what the others have had to endure.
Each heart you break,
A sliver sours on your heart.
Soon, I'm afraid,
You might fall from the weakness
In your heart.
Perhaps,
Never to rise.
A/N finally, sorry bout that…no excuse really except ultimate laziness with a tad of forgetfulness mixed in… hope u had a lovely holiday!
---quin