If this is love

If this is love
Let my dreams run wild
Let the flowers wilt
and the grey fills the sky
I don't want to wake again
If this is love.

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the Dementor’s Kiss

“What's under a dementor's hood?”

Professor Lupin lowered his bottle thoughtfully.

“Hmmm... well, the only people who really know are in no condition to tell us. You see, the dementor lowers its hood only to use its last and worst weapon.”

“What's that?”

“They call it the Dementor's Kiss,” said Lupin, with a slightly twisted smile.

“It's what dementors do to those they wish to destroy utterly. I suppose there must be some kind of mouth under there, because they clamp their jaws upon the mouth of the victim and—and suck out his soul.”

Harry accidentally spat out a bit of butterbeer.

“What—they kill —?”

“Oh no,” said Lupin. “Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever... lost.”

Not owning a jar

Someday it will heal, but it will forget. It's inevitable and you don't come back from something like that. I'll be here still, but you will no longer be my person. So if I promise to play your song, will you give me my dance today?

"large snowflakes flutter through the night.. what will you wish for?"