Ron's Poem to Malfoy Expressing his Feelings

Looking at me, what do you think of?

And looking at you, do you know what I am thinking of?

Never understand, just want to be off

Off from you for you want to kick me off

I know, everything about my feeling I know,

But I just want to go,

Too disappointed, too hurt...

Sight, blocked by tears, blurred...

Even if you are the devil,

I never thought that you are evil.

Even if you are walking away,

I know I will find the way

Because the sun ray

Is shining on your pathway.

I feel grateful

That you let me feel peaceful.

Why are you escaping

From me for I have told you something

That is not so surprising?

I found it so shocking

That I am also hiding

From the truth that I have been knowing

For so long, yet unwilling to accept the truth existing

Because of the result that I have always been guessing.

Slowly, silently, gradually my love grows,

But I'll never let you know.

This is not because my love is low,

I am afraid that your reaction is cold.

The wind will continue to blow,

The fire in me will continue to glow.

You make me swear.

You give me clothes to wear.

You give me breathing air.

I hope you will be careful.

Seeing you with pressure

Always brings me pleasure

You are so much like John Nash,

Soon you will become ash.

You like to show off yourself,

But I never look down upon myself.

Asylum is terrible,

So be careful.

Just like a butcher,

Please don't be Kruger.

Viewing you in every angle,

I know you will be strangled,

Though I am not the one to do so.

If you are falling,

I will keep away the strings.

So that when you need a clock,

I will smash it on a rock.

You are somehow like Robinson

But you are not as handsome

You are like him because you never get sun burnt

And not much melanin you've earned

Even if you put you life under the sunlight

It never gives out light at night

Poor you, as your head gives out more and more reflection

From Goyle, you may get more and more attention.

But from me, less and less admiration.

Now I am going to play a multiple choice

With you, you have four choices

A. hanging yourself

And then we will put your head on the shelf

B. drink poison and then

Bury you lively into the sand

C. inject anthrax bacillus into your body

D, to leave without agony,

We will chop you into twelve pieces evenly.

So which one will you chose?

I think the rules of this game is very loose

This is all we can supply

You need not be too fast to reply

Of course, comparing with you

We are not one-tenth as cunning as you

For the sake of you and me

You had better choose something we

Can always do with some cheers.