This poem is about Buttercup telling a dead prim he loves her. Please reveiw and tell me if it was sad, good, bad...I dont get emotional that much while reading/typing...
Prim was dead,
But I had not a clue.
For when we were together,
We were like glue,
But alone,
Neither of us knew,
What happened to the other?
We were filled with rue.
I left to find out,
Just to get a clue,
What happened to Primrose,
Who was like my own special brew?
When I found Katniss,
She looked quite blue.
I found it hard to believe,
That it was truly true,
That Primrose Everdeen was dead,
So full of love and easy to attach to.
So here is my tribute to her,
Primrose, with you I flew,
And you must know,
That I loved you.
So very, very much.
And you knew,
It was unbreakable.
So, I, filled with rue,
Filled to the top,
Speak to you,
In hope that you will hear me,
Me and my pitiful mew.
And wherever you are,
Hold in your heart,
As I will in mine too,
You must know,
That it is true,
That I love you.