Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 19/01/2005
Last Updated: 19/01/2005
Status: In Progress
Well, its postVoldemort, I'll tell you that, however that's about it. Its a poem, so don't read if you don't like em. H/Hr, hints a R/Hr.
A/N: this is a poem, that I find helps tell maybe a possible ending for the Ron/Hermione romance. I'll state this know, depending on how Ron is characterized, I like him. I like him in this case, but the poem was not written because of Harry Potter and such. It was written and later applied to the ideals and such. I suggest diving into this one head first and analyze it to get the most out of it. Thank you and good night.
Crashing softly, surely
Blue turns to white foam
Gloriously back to blue
Receding back, though not gone forever
Alone I am, enjoying this beauty
Wish you where here
Stamped on my heart and this picture
Soothingly along the rhythm of the pain
Like waves crashing on these rocks
It does not end;
Nor do I wish it to.
Mistakes are made
Yet from them I do grow
I am sorry, not for leaving you
But for hurting you with my words
Thought I about they were as bad as your actions
I offer my forgiveness
Just as a broken wave asked its mother for
It father looking only night
But his pull strong
Sandy grains pass between my toes
As I try to pass beyond this pain
This memory; these calms waters
Deep blues, ocean skies, powder clouds
Are what I take with me of the time
Of the time we spent together
A broken tear, a ruffled heart
Were first to be packed away
Now, sitting here
Looking across the setting horizon
As the mother, her hands waves
Crash softly trying to comfort me
From my toes on up
She tries hard, though maybe, with nightfall
Father will try harder
Goodbye is all I've got left to do
But I know I won't leave
Not really, not forever
The best piece of my life have been taken
By the mother, watched now by the father
Left to my foul mouth, I cursed them both
Before learning I was the one to curse upon
For it was my heart, that made her choose
She made her choice, he was it
Not I, not the man I used to be
For he died the day they both did
Buried beneath the waves
In Davy Jones's locker though
Not locked away
Restless upon the floor
Scuttling like a bottom feeder I was
To find the reason and
Hating even more
Washing my tears off the sand
Beckoning me forward
He is dead, not me
He is gone from this place
He is the one you asked for
Let me live, please
I lost her, my love
I lost my best friend
I lost myself
Let me live, mother, let me live
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