(dedicated to the amazing and beautiful and wonderful cstyles101. Love you Catherine)
a/n- i'd written this poem with no idea what the fuck i was doing. and i don't even know now. just to clear stuff out, it's from Harry's pov.
(might be a sad excuse for a poem)
he was cold.
want to cry, but can't get the tears out,
mind flaming with anguish, heart full of doubt
need the chill of your presence, the ice of your smile,
it aroused something within me, now i realize love which was vile.
and every lie that came from your mouth,
these unwanted feelings did it sprout
don't want to hate, but hate to love,
need your raw frostbite, not this distance like a shielding glove.
need your hand in mine, and eyes bluer than the circassian sea,
the cold of your glare, and laugh like a breeze
it was unrequited, and left me forlorn,
looking out at the wintry sky with a bitter smile as it's not your gelidity; you are long gone.