Harry Potter Character CreatorName:More Like This
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Wand Traits (What does the core and wood type say about you?)*
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I Still Get ButterfliesMore Like This
I'm sitting here, and all alone,
I want you with me, for my own,
It's Christmas Eve, and I'm a child,
I still get Butterflies when you smile.
You're close to me, I feel you breathe,
I put my hand upon your sleeve,
I feel my heart one beat do miss,
I still get Butterflies when we kiss.
You walk away, I break in two
For want of being close to you,
Is this becoming all too much?
I still get Butterflies with your touch.
My love for you, I can't deny,
Fills all the world with Butterflies.
Do I Compare?More Like This
She's behind you!
I see her there
Lurking, waiting for a chance to steal your thoughts.
I watch her kiss your lips,
I see her in your bed,
I watch you smile while she is there
and do I compare?
To a girl who smelled of perfection at the time you loved her.
In her eyes can you ever really be mine?
Forever thinking that she got there first
and I don't like races.
Thinking that she can set your skin on fire again,
With the touch of a button,
One flick of her hair
and do I compare?
With a girl who dreamed of completion,
You two in love, forever.
You were hers before you were mine
and, although I know where your heart lies,
Your ShouldersThey protrude like feet from underneath a duvet,More Like This
Yet prettier, cleaner, smoother
Their jagged motion splitting your back
Playing like kittens with each other.
That roundness at the top of your arm, solid like a cricket ball
How wonderful a design are these!
These balls and blades which allow you to move your arms and back
Strong and firm, the shoulders of princes
Perfectly fashioned for rescuing princesses;
I, thy princess, and thee, my ginger prince.
I could imagine climbing up there one day
Running off into the sunset to find our fairytale
Yes, for you they are just shoulders, but for me so much more.