It's kinda ironic to say ,
That I am lonely yet I am surrounded with friends at bay
I think they like me for my brains
Not with my self-conscious shy ways
It hurts to see you do not belong ,
That you are weird and probably another version of Ron
But in every stage , there's Hermione and Harry
That will stand by you despite all people that are cranky
It's safe to say that we have a family
That would always be their and keep us jolly
But time will keep us weary
And afraid of what would shockingly happen ,
If they are gone in a faded cloud , quickly.
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*Poíms*
PoetryMy daily dose of happiness and joy that's filled with ambitious glimpse of hope and grinning widely like the cat in a hat . Or in short this is just my compilation of poems that corresponds to what I'm feeling all day long . So read carefully and tr...
