__snape's tale__
there was a dark castle
a prince it hides inside..
under his black cloak
a crying child you'll find
he's not bad
just mysterious,
never will trust,
he's all suspicious.
he's so sad
and so unspoken,
with too much love
his puso was broken..
behind your eyes,
he'll cast a spell,
to know the truth
your memory will tell..
his pag-ibig potion
he wont even use
accept it or not,
his charm you cant refuse..
behind his stares
that nearly stabbed,
are those special looks
that i almost grabbed..
when lupin is a werewolf,
and he is a prince,
what would you prefer,
a bite or his glimpse?
he seemed to hate harry
but no, he really cares,
remember when hermione,
flamed his clothes under the stairs?
he moves his hair
as if he was a model,
but where he'd rather be
is there in lily's cradle..
those eyes that shame
the blade of a knife..
those words we'll remember
even after his life..
those black clothes
he wear under the sun..
those spells he casts
that shot hardly like a gun..
this poem would be long
like the sorting hat's new song,
let's just hope its worthy,
it kindda drove me crazy..
they used to call him "snivellus"
they loved bullying him at school,
they never thought he'll be marvelous,
never knew he's not a fool..
because of his pride,
he sadly Nawawala lily..
how could the pain subside,
when he had loved her dearly?
a healing spell in his puso let him cast,
let him forget the grieving days..
let him forget his mapait past,
on our little hermione's sweet face..
i think i'd pag-ibig to be in his detention,
bit im afraid he might be his obsession..
and yes he affects my every decision,
because of that charm in his possession..
you're the good and you're the bad,
you're the lover, and you're the sad,
you're unhappy and you are mad..
you are the greatest thing the story ever had..
hard like a rock,
but a bahaghari is inside,
a poker-faced guy,
with a soft puso behind..
he wanted to be loved,
and yes, we all pag-ibig him..
uy snape, stop frowning,
i'd pag-ibig to see you smiling .. :D
there was a dark castle
a prince it hides inside..
under his black cloak
a crying child you'll find
he's not bad
just mysterious,
never will trust,
he's all suspicious.
he's so sad
and so unspoken,
with too much love
his puso was broken..
behind your eyes,
he'll cast a spell,
to know the truth
your memory will tell..
his pag-ibig potion
he wont even use
accept it or not,
his charm you cant refuse..
behind his stares
that nearly stabbed,
are those special looks
that i almost grabbed..
when lupin is a werewolf,
and he is a prince,
what would you prefer,
a bite or his glimpse?
he seemed to hate harry
but no, he really cares,
remember when hermione,
flamed his clothes under the stairs?
he moves his hair
as if he was a model,
but where he'd rather be
is there in lily's cradle..
those eyes that shame
the blade of a knife..
those words we'll remember
even after his life..
those black clothes
he wear under the sun..
those spells he casts
that shot hardly like a gun..
this poem would be long
like the sorting hat's new song,
let's just hope its worthy,
it kindda drove me crazy..
they used to call him "snivellus"
they loved bullying him at school,
they never thought he'll be marvelous,
never knew he's not a fool..
because of his pride,
he sadly Nawawala lily..
how could the pain subside,
when he had loved her dearly?
a healing spell in his puso let him cast,
let him forget the grieving days..
let him forget his mapait past,
on our little hermione's sweet face..
i think i'd pag-ibig to be in his detention,
bit im afraid he might be his obsession..
and yes he affects my every decision,
because of that charm in his possession..
you're the good and you're the bad,
you're the lover, and you're the sad,
you're unhappy and you are mad..
you are the greatest thing the story ever had..
hard like a rock,
but a bahaghari is inside,
a poker-faced guy,
with a soft puso behind..
he wanted to be loved,
and yes, we all pag-ibig him..
uy snape, stop frowning,
i'd pag-ibig to see you smiling .. :D