Magnetized
She was a magnet,
Becoming a polar opposite at every decision,
And every swerving turn.
When she pushed him away,
She really meant for him to stay.
Close, warm; more than just the colour of grey.
Her thoughts revolved around his touch,
Magnetised by every inch of his skin,
And every burn of his fire.
She always said the otherwise.
God, she almost made it.
But apparently,
Almost was never enough.
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2016 collection
PoetryA collection featuring the amazing Poets that call the Poets Pub home.
