Draco Malfoy : A journal

Cold

It’s cold
Fathers wishes outweigh dreams
I’m not sure if I mean outside
Or if it’s the hollow feeling inside me
Everything is perfect
Looks like boy wonder will even get a turn
We’re all champions this year
That’s what they say
But my feelings have started to burn
I know we will end up faded smoke
Like the glistening around my dreams
Feeling safe in pitch black moments
that were never meant to be
It’s cold
But I fear it’s from the coldness
Grown inside of me