Author's note: okay dis is mah first time writin Harry Potter poetry, ah'm not sayin who it's bout, but it is bout the war and the effect it has on da people who love da ones fighting. R an R peeps, an let me know who you think it's bout, dey'res no right or wrong answers here.
Touch my cheek before you leave
close your eyes, don't see me grieve
close your ears, close your mind
your leaving thoughts I do not wish to find
Such ideas we're decided here
plotting and planning against our fear
If you don't make it back
I will not mourn, dress in black
life is slowly dying, as the fire with its flame
for our lost connection, they all share the blame
Just tell me good-bye
wipe away the tears I cry
If you manage to come home
I'll be waiting, waiting for you alone