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Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
A tale of one's own
Should never be told
For plots that bear truth
Knows none whom to hold

Be weary of those
Who know of your life
It may be kept dear
Or thrown behind lies
Trust me, I know.
Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
Grow, grow
my sweet despair
Grow as big
that none compare

Mirror seas
and level skies
Leave no blank
'til your demise

Hide the world
with darkened light
Cover goodness
out of sight

Take all life
within each soul
Eat it quick
Eat it whole
Say this as though stirring a cauldron of boiling turmoil
Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
You drew my name
in pencil coal
then wiped it off once more

And wrote it back
in faded shade
with doubt that you had bore

But you erased
'tis then I thought
that you'll remain it slack

But you returned
with ink in hand
then stained my name in black
Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
I've never thought
that this would be
what I have felt for you

I've seen you lots
but this first meet
had yet surprised me too

I learned too much
'til I then thought
that I want to forget

But then I knew
that what was true
was we indeed have met
There's a reason why "III" was the title. It was part of his name.
Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
We try to live younger
As we all grow old
For past times were purer
Or so we've been told

But now is not less
Than then's cheerful smile
For life's greatest ride
Is not in its mile
I just happen to realize how elder people try to be younger, and also how young people act more mature than their age.

Age is just a number that indicates how much you've lived in this world, it doesn't remind you of your limitations, neither does it depict your maturity

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