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Jaid Shorb Poem
- Forced into the unthinkable
Lives are on the line
Somehow I have to take yours
Because I will not give up mine
I am the girl on fire
My soul ingulfed in hate
They reaped the only thing I loved
Now I am a player in these games
Underestimate me
That's what everyone has done
Except the boy with the bread
Cus my starcrossed lover and I have won
- Our only chance at hope defied them
So the games drag on
But these tributes have their own agenda
I am nothing but their pawn
Those blue eyes, his steady arms
No one denies his love
And though it is a hunger I cannot tame
It's more than I'm capable
I've almost accepted the end
But then I see it there
A weak spot, the chink in the armor
I release my arrow into the air
-I should be dead
It would be better if I was
But now I am the Mockingjay
The title fits me like a glove
I'm what the rebels need
It's the only way to end the war
Besides, I have to get him back
For him, I ache down to my core
I have lost what they once reaped
Inside there's nothing left
So for her, I finish this
That symbolic arrow finds Coin's chest
-They play there in the meadow
The mass grave for my people, not revealed
But we live on to make their lives count
And my love for him is REAL
Although the nightmares show their faces
This world is not how its been
My dandelion that has shown me hope
What I need...is him
Soon they will ask questions
I don't know what I'll say
To explain to my children
There are worst games you could play...
Copyright © Jaid Shorb | Year Posted 2011
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Jaid Shorb Poem
We are born to die
That's the only thing for sure
But we waste the time we've got
Wondering what we're living for
Throwing all those days away
Whining still for more
With every breath we waste away
Regret down to the core
Live like each day is your last
Then life won't be such a bore
We are all born to die
That's the only thing for sure
Copyright © Jaid Shorb | Year Posted 2011
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