TheLastDon00

Guitar He perches on the edge of his bed, Huddled with his head bent down, His body cradling the guitar His fingers slide down the neck, They pluck the strings Teasing music from the guitar He plays a simple tune, Bits of scale glued to chords, Notes filling the quiet room His eyes are barely open Looking only at the guitar, Immersed in the sound and feel For now he is absorbed, Other tasks can wait Just now he only plays

Quotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Aren’t: - “Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!” - Fabulous - “Bellatrix, stop groping me.  Just…just…go stand over there.” - “Tell me Lucius, who’s the prettiest ballerina of them all?” Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man. - “Sooo, what’s REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?” -“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “You want me to put this Snitch where now?” - “What we need,” Voldemort mused, “is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the m

Golden skin and crimped hair, you were my goddess from south of the border. You loved just like the movies told you to, blind and unconditional. Your crossed teeth and Mexican flag shirt defined you. After we split you tried so hard to prove me wrong. Going to all the parties and giving all the guys your love. Eventually you ran into the wrong guy that told you all the right things, and as you lay resigned in the hospital bed with those heavy lashes keeping your eyes closed, I want to fucking kill him. That girl I loved for a year had the hubris of Caesar and would never let this happen. In those blue linens still not waking up, I'm sorry to