Cry

by Quikil

A short, simple poem about Ron and Hermione as they drive one another mad while loving each other from a distance at the same time. Trust me, read several times and you will shed at least one tear out of pity for them both.

Quikil: This is just a short little poem I made up late one night to help me get rid of writer's block.Yes, once you read this, you too will realize that it makes little sense. I hope you like it, but please tell me what you really think by kindly leaving a review. Flames, Constructive Criticism, and praise are all welcome.

Cry

He always seemed to make her cry,

Yet they stayed friends, and no one knew why.

Perhaps it was withthe things he said,

Or maybe withthe things he did,

But arguing would make her sad,

And it did not make him glad.

For, you see, Ron Weasley

Really did love Hermione.

But being such a foolish git,

This was something he could not admit.

He would say he "hated" her, day after day,

It was routine: always the same way.

So he would lie,

And she would cry,

To the point where she said goodbye;

And through the years, his heart would ache,

Remembering his big mistake;

But, he thought, what else was there to do?

In his heart, his love was true.

He never told her, so she never knew,

That inside, he was crying too.