A Poem for Percabeth. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.
A Dozen Roses
He gave her a d:o:z:e:n f-l-o-w-e-r-s,
Daisies, to be precise.
With a n*o*t*e, telling her she was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he'd ever met.
She accepted, and put them in a vase.
But they died, as all flowers eventually do.
He gave her a d:o:z:e:n f-l-o-w-e-r-s,
Lilies, to be precise.
With a n*o*t*e, boasting of her kind heart, the kindest he'd ever known.
She accepted, and put them in a vase.
But they died, as all flowers eventually do.
He gave her a d:o:z:e:n f-l-o-w-e-r-s,
Roses, to be precise.
But these were d/i/f/f/e/r/e/n/t.
{E~l~e~v~e~n real. O~n~e fake}
And with these roses, he wrote her a n*o*t*e, saying, /I'/L/L/ /L/O/V/E/ /Y/O/U/
Until the last one dies.
...
And he is a man of his word.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Read my other stories and review! I'll do more poetry is you guys like it!
Never ever stop being such Awesome Possums! :oD