A/N: This is my attempt at a poem. It's slashy (Lee/George and Lee/Fred) and takes place after Fred's death.
Submission for:
The Mystery Competition: Round 4 - Lee Jordan
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
He's like him, but not him
People often think they're the same
They see them as a package deal
But they're wrong
.
He's like him, but not him
He likes purple, not orange
He prefers scrambled eggs, not fried
He likes waking up early, instead of staying up late
.
He's like him, but not him
His eyes had a certain twinkle when he spoke
His smile curved upwards on the right
His freckles reminded him of stars against the sky
.
"Is something wrong, Lee?"
Your arms wrap around me from behind
Your worry comes off you in waves
I shake my head and it soothes you for the moment
.
You're like him, but not him
