TO WONDER
By: Azurian Dreamer
Disclaimer: I don not own the characters living in the wizarding world, merely the speculations I make about them.
Summary: Musings from Draco Malfoy.
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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to cry.
Not the simple act of tearing, of emitting salty droplets from the eye.
But to actually cry.
To open one's soul. To open one's soul and then permit it to rise. To be seen. To be heard. To be known.
I wonder what it would be like to fall for a moment.
To fall, and to physically still.
Only for a moment, a second, a lifetime.
I wonder what it would be like to have caring arms thrown around me. To have a voice whisper, "It's alright. It's alright to be."
And every so often I wonder what it would be like for those arms and that voice to belong to me.
Then I pause myself in my wonderings and then slowly forget them. And I force myself to wonder of other things.
Of cruel things.
Of selfish things,
of evil things.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to cry.
But I will never know.
A.N.: You may review if you want to. If not, whatever. However, if you have a problem with what has been written please do not mindlessly flame me. Tell me what you don't like it. Thanks.
~A. Dreamer
By: Azurian Dreamer
Disclaimer: I don not own the characters living in the wizarding world, merely the speculations I make about them.
Summary: Musings from Draco Malfoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to cry.
Not the simple act of tearing, of emitting salty droplets from the eye.
But to actually cry.
To open one's soul. To open one's soul and then permit it to rise. To be seen. To be heard. To be known.
I wonder what it would be like to fall for a moment.
To fall, and to physically still.
Only for a moment, a second, a lifetime.
I wonder what it would be like to have caring arms thrown around me. To have a voice whisper, "It's alright. It's alright to be."
And every so often I wonder what it would be like for those arms and that voice to belong to me.
Then I pause myself in my wonderings and then slowly forget them. And I force myself to wonder of other things.
Of cruel things.
Of selfish things,
of evil things.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to cry.
But I will never know.
A.N.: You may review if you want to. If not, whatever. However, if you have a problem with what has been written please do not mindlessly flame me. Tell me what you don't like it. Thanks.
~A. Dreamer