A/N: This is one of my own. After posting the last one, I decided I wanted to write a poem again and this is what I came up with after starting at a blank doc for a few minutes before giving up and later writing it when I was trying to sleep. I don't think it's that bad, maybe I should write poems more often. If you have any questions on what it's about, if you have a poem of your own to share, or if you'd like to share your thoughts, please post a review or PM me. Thank you, enjoy!
"Sincerely, Ava"
Author: Me
Thomas, Thomas,
You think you're so great;
But we have already sealed for you your fate.
You will not die.
Oh no, we're not through;
But most of your friends aren't as special as you.
Sorry to say
They won't be just fine.
But you must live through it, we'll study your mind.
Now here we are,
We meet at the end.
Most of your friends are dead. Your heart will not mend.
Give me your mind,
And I'll cure the Flare.
Don't hope that you'll die so you'll meet your friends there.