Finnick's poem
Golden hair and sea green eyes,
Terrors at night,
Body sold during light,
His home is blue and smells of salt,
He has many lovers and many fans,
But one mad girl will ever hold his hand,
Though he is far and almost never near,
Home is home and his heart remains that of steel
AN: I'm almost done with my science project on Tuesday or Wednesday I'll continue my story "Before death awaits" but for rigth now this is the best I can do! I hope you enjoy! Comment characters you would like poems on!