The Bench

The Bench

In a small discreet corner of the huge park Behind that ancient tree which bends every which way Is a cosy bench, dull, brown and often sad But not long ago, it wasn’t so grey The very first visitors that it had on it’s installation Were two young lovers, oh so in love You could see the future they were painting A beautiful scene will a brilliant sky above Soon the lovers left and the bench was…

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draco is that type of person to lay underneath harry while he does push ups and gets a kiss everytime harry comes down. cause draco working out? definitely not. but he’ll watch harry and distract him to the best of his abilities.

Plastic

Chin up, shoulders out. Back straight, perfect gait. Hands on hips, red and full lips. Eyebrows plucked, limbs waxed. Skin scrubbed, hair pinned. Tight clothes, looks relaxed. Emotions deleted, feelings hurt. Opinions silenced, meanings lost. Perfectly obedient, not a rebel. Oppressed daily, humiliated constantly. Objectified easily, taken possessively.  One plastic human being ready! 

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They say wanderers have no loyalty, they don’t stay So count me surprised when your eyes rested on mine Making space for yourself, deep brown on sleet gray And it got me drunk, your attention, not the wine When you marked your territory soon after Going against everything I knew of you Luring me in with warmth and laughter And shouldn’t that have been my clue They say the vagabonds are ruthless,…

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anyone please ask your crush out like this