When you're alone, and sorrowfully crying,
is it true, I'm really dying?
Why am I, in such great pain?
What does the world, have to gain?
Yes, I am broken, and have lost my joy,
but that does not make me, an abandoned toy.
A little damaged, a scratch or two,
a little cut, will more than do.
As you cry, I think of the ice,
and wonder why, I don't suffice.
The fire of burning, kills my sorrows.
While only you, stop death on the 'morrow.
You've saved my spirit, but not my soul.
You've tried your hardest, I see, I know.
You see the light, flicker in my eyes.
You've seen the ways, I've dealt with lies.
My hand cuts deep, into my flesh.
I know you're sorry, please worry much less.
It's not 'cause of you, but 'cause of my mind,
please know I love you, and your true shine.
Please go, and know, that your heart, is mine.
This short poem can be thought of in both Draco's, and Harry's thoughts. I like to read in both PoV's, and see which one best fits, (I think Draco's personally) but please review and tell me who you think. I wrote this in Driver's Ed. and I officially hate that class...blargh...hope you like it, and I wrote it while listening to Dixie Chicks' "Traveling Solider" toodle oodle! Review Por Favor!