"FROM ANNIE TO FINNICK"
(a little before Finnick was reaped again)
.
"Poems"
.
I think I used to be a poet
when I was tiny, small,
little.
I imagined the sea talked to me and I whispered
and echoed it but then I was afraid of
the water, the pretty blue water that killed 25 people
and a part of me, and I was
lost lost lost but your eyes were my
land, a lovely green green
green.
Those green eyes saved me, so Finnick
be sure to come back because you're
my breath of fresh air whenever I'm drowning in
my past and don't forget
that.
