Toy Hearts
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Toy Hearts
Author: xalways_lovex
Summary: "Sometimes, I think our hearts are like toys bound in red paper, easily broken, stolen, or torn..." Draco/Pansy. (poem)
Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, her publishing companies, and Warner Bros.
Sometimes, I think our
hearts are like toys
bound in red paper,
easily broken, stolen, or torn
and later torturously mended with
tape, glue, and whatever
we can scrape together.
Sometimes the pieces don't fit anymore
after they've been broken
and sometimes they get lost.
You've lost a part of yourself,
a part of you has died.
I once gave you my heart,
my fragile heart,
still weak, the blue vein pulsing
and let you hold it in your hands.
I once let you touch me,
hold me, love me...
or so I believed.
Maybe I had mistaken your intents
for love, maybe I assumed
your words were spoken tenderly.
Here I lie beside you
on our marriage bed
studying your face, your fine features.
Your pale lips are parted
and you look vulnerable in your sleep.
I know you saw her again last night
hidden hugs and passionate kisses
her touch is like burning embers.
How I wish I could I have turned around
and walked away from you
that day we first met
how I wish I could turn back the mighty clock
and relive time and run far far away from you
before our fate was sealed.
It was a mistake,
to believe it was for love...
I wish I could take back my toy heart...
my fragile heart...
my broken heart...
It's so cold in our bed.
Title: Toy Hearts
Author: xalways_lovex
Summary: "Sometimes, I think our hearts are like toys bound in red paper, easily broken, stolen, or torn..." Draco/Pansy. (poem)
Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, her publishing companies, and Warner Bros.
Sometimes, I think our
hearts are like toys
bound in red paper,
easily broken, stolen, or torn
and later torturously mended with
tape, glue, and whatever
we can scrape together.
Sometimes the pieces don't fit anymore
after they've been broken
and sometimes they get lost.
You've lost a part of yourself,
a part of you has died.
I once gave you my heart,
my fragile heart,
still weak, the blue vein pulsing
and let you hold it in your hands.
I once let you touch me,
hold me, love me...
or so I believed.
Maybe I had mistaken your intents
for love, maybe I assumed
your words were spoken tenderly.
Here I lie beside you
on our marriage bed
studying your face, your fine features.
Your pale lips are parted
and you look vulnerable in your sleep.
I know you saw her again last night
hidden hugs and passionate kisses
her touch is like burning embers.
How I wish I could I have turned around
and walked away from you
that day we first met
how I wish I could turn back the mighty clock
and relive time and run far far away from you
before our fate was sealed.
It was a mistake,
to believe it was for love...
I wish I could take back my toy heart...
my fragile heart...
my broken heart...
It's so cold in our bed.