Haiiiiiii. So, yeah, I've never really been all that big on poetry (at least not writing it... at least not for people to read...) sooooooo I hope I do myself justice with these. I'll try and cover a whole range of topics. :3

Anywayyyyyy. Basically, I'm Zoe. I'm sixteen. And I'm about to try my hand at poetry.

This one starts off about that mirror, when Harry thinks he sees Dumbledore, then he keeps thinking about the guy.

Through the mirror

I see that shiny twinkling eye,
And though I know it cannot be,
A hope, a wish inside my mind,
Wants you to stare on back at me.

The cut my finger has sustained;
Well that can just be healed.
The memories of that night remain,
Maybe somehow... it wasn't real?

I blink and stop and stare and hope
In vain for just one clue.
But in the end, I've lost that rope.
Of course; because it's you.

As days and weeks and months pass on,
I never became aware.
It was not you, but Aberforth...
That saved me from the lair.

So more and more the time passed by,
I thought you were my hope.
And then your brother, he said 'hi'
The one obsessed with goats.

That night we heard your tale and,
As your brother droned on and on,
I forgave your age old plans,
And realised you were gone.