DISCLAIMER::: I own nothing…well, except the poem and the ideas and the writing…but the themes from HP, NOT MINE…JK's…so chill down
A/N::: can ya guess what this is? Its another of my famous 'late night, I'm bored so I'll write poems which I cant really do anyways' poems…so here I go! Plus, I was threatened by a bloody plastic knife..SHEESH, people these days…good thing I wrote two, eh? So, please…READ….REVIEW….
DAMN THING...wouldnt let me format right...DEAL, ya get the drift! if anyone can help with my uploading problems..HIT ME UP YO!
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Moving On
Weasel King
Boy Who Lived
Mudblood
Memories
Harsh words
Ugly names
Hurtful shoves
Memories
One snake
One lion
Two wizards
Memories
Heartfelt love
Bitter hate
Painful sorrow
Memories
Peeling paint
Forgotten letters
Fading photographs
Memories
All these things mean nothing now
Just shadows of my past
They have left me all alone
Burned everything to black
With nothing left to hold me
I end this torture here
A flow of crimson refuge
Draws the darkness near
My eyelids start to flicker
And the room begins to spin
The end is coming closer
As a tear stains my skin
Suddenly my blackness
Turns grey and then to white
I leave my broken shell on earth
And find comfort in the light.
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WHOA…its deep..bwahaha..ur puny minds may not understand..JUST KIDDING…flame if you must…but tell me what you think..reviews are just fun!