The same dream. Everytime.
Flashes of steel and metal, of passionate pain.
Something worse than all physical pain, seeing his body, twisted on the ground.
Burning tears, each one stinging more than the last.
Wishing I had had more time, to have said all the words I wanted to say.
Realizing that he was gone.
Gone in a flash, in a blink of an eye.
Gone and remembering nobody will grieve him but me.
He left nobody but me.
Yet somehow he's still with me.
Happy weekend!
xoxo
That was so good! And I love your new design! ;) *Claps at Rosie* (Wherever she is)
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurel! Yeah, Rose did a wonderful job!
DeleteYou are just killing me here....
ReplyDelete"Burning tears."
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*dead*
-standing over you laughing-
DeleteNo, just kidding. ;) More like:
LILA DON'T DIE. NOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOO YOU WERE THE PEETA TO MY KATNISS. AHHHHHH