I get drawn right back to the start,
Where the love was fresh and we felt sparks.
I tried walking away,
But every step I take leads me back to your face.
My heart is made of metal and scraps
And every inch of you is made of magnets.
I'm pulled in against my will,
But I'm so in love with this thrill.
I'm magnetized and hypnotized,
And I won't walk away, not even if I try.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
