Suzanne Collins is the real genius behind it all.
There once was a girl
"Mad," they would say.
Covering her ears,
Mumbling away.
There once was a boy,
All charm and good looks.
Secrets so heavy,
For the capital slave.
The boy and the girl
So lost and alone
Found home and comfort
In the water, and each other.
The voices were loud,
The secrets too many.
The softness of her hand,
The safety of his arms.
He went away,
She stayed behind.
No love right away,
It crept up with time.
She watched with nerves,
He called for her.
So lost and alone,
No water or each other.
Torture for both,
Just puppets in a show.
"We'll save her," they say
Yet he worried anyway
The crash of their bodies,
Like a splashing wave.
They were in love,
Til death do them part.
He went away,
She stayed behind.
He went away,
Forever, no goodbye.
There is a girl,
And there is a boy.
A tiny, sweet face,
Reminding her of the boy who went away.
If you didn't fall in love with the Finnick and Annie love story, I just don't know what to think about you. Really this is just a drabble, but something I've been thinking about doing recently! Hope you enjoyed!