Her only friend, a journal.
A young girl all alone,
In a place feeling forlorn.
Not wanted, not needed.
All Alone…
No friends, no family.
All Alone…
Looking around feeling scared,
Not wanting to think about being alone.
Everyone around her in little groups.
She's not spoken too…
Everyone just looks over her briefly,
Like she's part of the scenery.
Under estimate her?
Don't.
She's a brave lonely young girl.
With dreams.
Her only comfort?
A little black book, a journal.
In which she confides her thoughts, feelings, and actions too.
Most of them relating to a young man,
Youcouldn't reallycall him a boy with what he's been through.
Green Eyes,
Messy Black Hair,
Andround glasses too…
With a worthy title of this worthy child,
The-boy-who-lived
Her only response?
Tom Marvolo Riddle,
Or, I am Lord Voldemort…
Is her only escape…
Her only friend, a journal.
Author's Note- So what do you think? If u havent noticed I am definitly a Harry/Ginny shipper! And I have another poem which will be comming out soon, as soon as I have the nerve to write it on the computer since its in my journal.
Personal Note- This poem's first couple of lines is what I sorta went through on my first couple of days of school, (I transfered to a new skool) and bacially what I wrote says it all, no friends, no family, all alone. So hopefully u have enjoyed this chapter, and much love and hugs are given to all of my reviewers out there. (sorry for any miss spellings.)