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20.1k · Jun 2015
poem of a fangirl
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
You're surrounded with glamour
and bright lights;
Of screaming girls and busy nights;
with your voice, I was mesmerized;
with your beauty, I was hypnotized.

I want you to notice me;
But I know that's impossible
For I am just another fan
And you're a star that sparkle;
Too much of a distance;
I can't conquer.
2.2k · Jun 2015
Tonight
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
I can't seem to sleep tonight
Twisting and turning
Trying to sleep
But all in vain

I can't seem to sleep tonight
With all these thoughts
About some things
But mostly about you

I can't seem to sleep tonight
So I gave up
Now all I'm imagining is
you're lying next to me
I really cant sleep and i dont know what's happening to me ugh
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
This is a poem;
About a heartbreak.
But no, this is not a poem
about how boy meets girl,
and then fall in love.
nor a poem about how
the boy and the girl
fell out of love.

This is a poem;
about how when someone leave,
it takes a part of you.
big or small, still a part.
It will make you feel,
oh so incomplete.
It will leave you hollow;
which time can't fill.
1.7k · Jun 2015
sad
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
sad
I write;
because I'm sad.
But now,
I can't write;
because my mind,
is a mess;
and my heart,
is a wreck.
my emotion right now
1.4k · Jun 2015
This is a story...
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
This is a story,
of how I fell in love.
The characters are me
and you.
Kinda cliche if you ask me.
with a boy and a girl
and there's love;
but the only difference is,
only I knew
about the story,
that is happening between us two.
1.1k · Jun 2015
Untitled
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
I've been so caught up
With my made up world,
that's full of sadness;
That I fell in love
With sadness itself.
Now, the question is,
How do you unlove
Sadness?
1.1k · Jun 2015
Water
Draco Malfoy Jun 2015
I cried.
I remember.
Full on sobbing,
chest heaving
it was ugly crying.
I'm an ugly crier.


I tried.
another thing I remember.
I tried to scoop up,
the water with my hands
but it keeps on slipping.
I was so frustrated.

I gave up.
and that was the last thing I remember.
I realized that it was selfish of me
to try and scoop up the water
to keep it to myself.
Because the water was never only for me.
this is my first poem.

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