Magnetic
Maybe it’s the gravity of your eyes
always pulling me in,
goosebumps and deja vu prickling;
Nothing matters when I’m with you;
Electric pull and my pulse jumps;
Try and pry apart attraction
instead I become more metallic;
Corralled by the force, you’re magnetic.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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