my second poem up! yay! this one is about Peter Pettigrew. and, yep, i still don't own Harry Potter, sadly.
Have you ever felt
Like your split in two
Two ideas of wrong and right
Eating away at you.
You have one idea in your left ear
Another in your right
You can't find your way out
You can't see the light
You trusted your friends
But the Marauders may end
They don't care for you anymore
Your friendship won't ever truly mend
So there is one option
Turn your back on your mates
Cos' if they say sorry now
Its might be too late
The other is whirling
Around in your mind
And it leaves you speechless
You're deaf, you're blind
You could stay with their side
Christened, "the light"
But you sense ulterior motives
Lurking, out of sight
So you sway one way
Then another, finally coming to rest
On the one that makes most sense
And seems, of choice, the best
You change to the dark side
And you see, quite plain
That you are safe
Though others are slain.
flame if you want- as long as you review in some way. next poem is probably Sirius'.