Disclaimer: You know the drill
This one kinda started out as a poem for Mulan, then a poem for Katniss's thoughts, then a letter to dead Prim. My random thoughts.
I am a disgrace
I have to hide
On the inside
On the outside
I am perfect
On the inside
I'm not to be a bride
This isn't right
Walking away from the light
Into the dark
Over to you
But to him
To him is the light
To him is right
Please Prim
Tell me which way to go
With or away from the Snow
I know what he'll say
"Come with me this way"
He'd tell me to go from the light
To run from the Snow
But may I have a choice?
Can I melt the Snow
And still run in the light?
Please Prim
Tell me where I belong
In the trees
Singing a song?
In the city
Filled with smog?
Where I can fly
Or where I'm stuck below the trees?
Dear Prim
I know now
Where I belong
I belong with the song
Where I belong
Where I can fly
Thank you, Sister
You are the best
Now let your weary head rest
I know I'll see you some day
When all of the others
Have washed away
Say hi to Dad
Tell him I'm well
Tell him I'm happy
And Buttercup just as well
Well? What do you think. I know, my second poem. Just leave me a review, telling me whether or not to stop writing these things that have to rhyme. I have no idea who she picked. I think it might have been Gale, but I'm not sure.
~Isabelle~
PS I don't own Prim, or Buttercup. They are the only ones that really identify with Hunger Games. WHICH I DON'T OWN!