They say,
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
They say, but here I stand; broken.
Yet no stones were thrown,
No sticks were swung,
One word did break me.
SNOW
They say it's fluffy, beautifully, and soft.
I don't know what kind of drug they're taking.
Then again, they don't know snow like I do.
It's cruel, cold, and uncaring
Of what or who it freezes.
Snow only looks safe, but I know better.
When you step on snow, the devil beneath it comes to life.
The thing it boils down to.
ICE
Because I did what they wouldn't dare do, and didn't even mean to.
No, not just me, others who purposefully stepped on that snow.
Then again, they stepped lightly.
I managed to make a dent.
Then a crater.
Of course, I was only a puppet.
A prop, if you if you will,
That just happened to be caught in the middle of the war
A war of ice and fire
And I was the spark,
The ignition to a fire that I had thought was out of control.
Sometimes, I still think it is.
And now I'm frozen to the core,
So bare and brittle,
So close to snapping or shattering,
So yes, sticks and stones can and will break my bones,
But they also say,
Loose lips sink ships
And my ship is good as sunk.
disclaimer: I dont own the hunger game books :(
A/N just a little depressing veiw of president snow... WHOM I WISH TO KILL THAT THIS POINT ( my friends mom has my mockingjay book, and i didn't get to finish it yet :( )
this my first peom so... erm... tell me what you think...?
your friend, TACO