this is supposed to be an albus/gellert from albus' side aha
how do you poem.
willy - couplets
auction - second person
219 words, by gdocs
it's a blessing somewhere out in the sun
because you and him can just have fun
and no one can judge you
just you and him in the dew.
his hair is a vibrant gold.
with him you're never cold.
you know, deep down, that it's wrong
and with another guy is not where you belong.
aberforth would scream
he'll pull apart at the seams.
and you know how it may seem
but you still lay and just daydream
because you're a coward and won't say what you feel
just pine after him. will you ever deal?
your father would go ballistic
he become downright sadistic.
he attacked people once, he'll do it again
he loves his children, no matter who he causes pain.
it'll probably be for 'the greater good', which almost seems ridiculous.
you're probably paying too much attention; you've always been meticulous.
still, you can't help but think about his hair.
sometimes his face makes you need more air.
because you've fallen for him hard, that's the truth
even though you're both some simple youth.
you stick with your plans just to look at him more;
by this point he's really just become a bore.
you know you shouldn't love him. of that, you're sure.
still, you can't help but thinking that he's too darn pure.