Sugar Cube
Finnick died
And he could not hide
He could not hide from death
And he could not hide Annie from grief
Finnick did not want to die
He was gorgeous
He was once heartless but became compassionate when he met Annie
Sadly he died but he loved her
He accepted her for who she was
And he was full of pride
When with her they both did not have to wear a disguise
He was so good
Of all tributes he should not have passed
He should've lasted
He was fast
And had a lot of sass
And if I could date any character from a fiction
Story it would be Finnick because of his sexy diction
"Do you want a sugar cube, Laya," he'd say
And he'd feed
It to me and I'd eat it
And swallow the sweetness
And I'd swallow his cum
Come to think of it: he's as sweet as a sugar cube
He is sugar.
I wouldn't want to take him away from Annie
But there's plenty of time in fictional lands
Suzanne Collins controls time in Panem
And she chose if he wore denim
Or not and she chose who Finnick was to hold hands
With. But who knows, maybe if I was a fictional character instead of real
I could be with Finnick. Deal?
Let's seal the deal: a person can turn fiction, can turn fake, if they eat poisonous berries like Katniss and Peeta almost did.