I was metal.
I was carbon.
I told him
I was bad for him.
I was human:
Lost...
Weak...
He was Earth:
Blues and greens.
I was pollution,
He was pure.
I watched as he burned.
There was no cure.
I had smoke In my fingertips,
He had lush meadows in his.
Seas spiraled in his eyes.
Mountains met at his thighs.
I was made of war
And ash.
I had guns for words
And skin tar black.
I was a disease
But he said he loved me.
I was sinful
But he looked at me like
I was beautiful.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
