Post by Albus Potter on Jan 9, 2011 22:39:25 GMT -5
George, who, at one point post-Fred, lost his memories of his twin. I just wrote this and...OKAY someone turn off the sprinklers. Sing, however you wish:
Felt like sharing.
Who is that
looking at me
In the mirror
I know you, from somewhere
Or somewhen.
Who are you?
My reflection, but-
Why is it
that tears are streaming down my face
when I look into your eyes?
Who are you
to haunt me like this
I have found no memories.
Who are you
and why does it hur-urt,
A pale hand on the glass.
I’ve lost you, sometime somewhennn,
and now its all coming back to me.
You left me, you promised
You never would leave
But with a turn of your back you were gone
The laugh that is etched upon your face
linger not on mine
looking at me
In the mirror
I know you, from somewhere
Or somewhen.
Who are you?
My reflection, but-
Why is it
that tears are streaming down my face
when I look into your eyes?
Who are you
to haunt me like this
I have found no memories.
Who are you
and why does it hur-urt,
A pale hand on the glass.
I’ve lost you, sometime somewhennn,
and now its all coming back to me.
You left me, you promised
You never would leave
But with a turn of your back you were gone
The laugh that is etched upon your face
linger not on mine
Felt like sharing.