Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I place flowers by her grave
That I wish she could see
I remember her laugh
Her smile
And her scream
Have dreams of her death
That place the blame on me
Under the Willow now
Weeping with the tree
I'll stay here
By my sister's feet
The funeral is done
The rain is pouring down
Everyone is gone
No one remains but me
I read the inscription on her grave
The one chosen be me:
Your life is what you gave
To help set Panem free
I wish I was dead
It should have been me
He should have ran
She should have tried to flee
It cannot be changed
Not even by me
So I take a breath
And bury her ashes
Underneath the tree
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I am black as midnight
All think I am such a fright
My sparkling purple eyes
So full of surprise
I am over here
Nope!
Over there.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC