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Author: Plum Blossoms
Title: Empty Shell
Author note: This is poem is dedicated to my dear friend Erika, it is her 15th birthday so I decided to write this for her. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or Ginny, those characters belong to J.K. Rowling, so don’t sue me.
Empty Shell
He want's her, he needs her.
His body aches for her, but he can't have her.
He always gets what he wants, he's a Malfoy.
He has everything galleons and sickles could buy.
But one thing he doesn't have, that makes his teeth clench with anger, and heart burst with pain, is her.
She was probably off living her life freely,
while he rots with despair, hunger, guilt and loneliness.
An empty shell, he never fades, struggling to live because of her.
For his red haired angel.
He never gives up, has so much ambition.
Maybe it's because of his Malfoy pride or the Slytherin in him, but he doesn't care.
He dreams of her in his arms, her flaming hair enveloping him.
Honey-brown eyes clashing with his silver.
Freckled skin next to pale white skin.
He'll never give up, until the day he dies.
He'll be dreaming and yearning for her.
The day when she will appear before him and his wishes would come true.
Title: Empty Shell
Author note: This is poem is dedicated to my dear friend Erika, it is her 15th birthday so I decided to write this for her. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or Ginny, those characters belong to J.K. Rowling, so don’t sue me.
Empty Shell
He want's her, he needs her.
His body aches for her, but he can't have her.
He always gets what he wants, he's a Malfoy.
He has everything galleons and sickles could buy.
But one thing he doesn't have, that makes his teeth clench with anger, and heart burst with pain, is her.
She was probably off living her life freely,
while he rots with despair, hunger, guilt and loneliness.
An empty shell, he never fades, struggling to live because of her.
For his red haired angel.
He never gives up, has so much ambition.
Maybe it's because of his Malfoy pride or the Slytherin in him, but he doesn't care.
He dreams of her in his arms, her flaming hair enveloping him.
Honey-brown eyes clashing with his silver.
Freckled skin next to pale white skin.
He'll never give up, until the day he dies.
He'll be dreaming and yearning for her.
The day when she will appear before him and his wishes would come true.
To Be Continued.
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