Hi guys! Well, I just got done with The Mockingjay (a fanfic) and its really good! Check it out! Ok, well, I'm not a great poet but I wanted to try. So please comment, and tell me if you liked it! Thanks!!
-Laura :)
Oh dear Peeta, I choose you.
Because only you
can understand
the terror, sadness and anger you see,
when you hold out your hand
The berries were the spark.
The uprisings are the flame.
I feel like I'm trapped forever
in these sick, twisted Games.
The nightmares are so vivid.
So unreal, yet true.
I replay innocent deaths;
most frequently, Rue's.
I'm so unsure of everything,
I don't know what to do.
But I feel slight comfort,
knowing I chose you.