she's cold, c.u.n.n.i.n.g and
ohsoverysneaky
she k-n-o-w-s what she wants
and will stop at nothing
to get it
she l*o*v*e*s only oneperson
and that oneperson is not one of us
nonononono
it's prim
(stupid&little&angelic&wonderful)
primrose everdeen
who has her l*o*v*e
(and [e][v][e][r][y][t][h][i][n][g] that m;a;t;t;e;r;s)
so prettylittlepeeta, don't you worry
your prettylittle head
filled with b/r/e/a/d/c/r/u/m/b/s
and capitollies
because in:the:end
we k-n-o-w that she'll choose
the one she can't
S|U|R|V|I|V|E without
(...and the end is closerthanyouthink)
[a/n] because gale, you know, knows things.
I originally wrote this in February last year, on school camp :) Other kids socialise at night. I hang out in my room writing freeverse :D
To be fair, it was the first thing we did to start at a new school, so no one really had any friends. Selective schools. Gotta love them.
kat xx