Disclaimer: No, sadly, Severus Snape, being the brilliant, challenging, unique character he is, does not belong to me. Life is full of disappointments, isn't it?
Author's Note: I can't help but feel the title is a little awkward. Maybe it's just me. Please remember this poem is in the view of Severus Snape himself, and he doesn't exactly believe in himself very much. We all know him so much better than he knows himself, don't we?
LoveHow does someone love a soul when all they know is hate?
For I know so well how much love does when faced with fate.
Love ends lives so needlessly, to lose with naught to gain,
And those who love? Their tears now fall like clouds heavy with rain.
I ask myself the reasons of these ones, the reasons are so shrewd,
Emotions become so awkward, wisdom is so crude,
Why would someone ask to have their world turned upside down?
To touch the skies one moment then be buried in the ground,
Losing control is the one thing I will never bear,
Maybe that's why, looking in my heart, there's no love there.
Yet, it seems like I just ignore everything I feel,
And perhaps those fools who love might have the better deal.