Acid

My second unrhymed poem. No meanness plz I just started dipping into a new form.

 

You're eating away at me.

Your touch is of acid.

Your lips drip with poison,

That flows in your veins.

 

You slowly devour me,

Take away my free will,

Because all I can ever do,

Is lie here with you.

 

I should be happy,

I'm here in your arms.

But inside I'm dying,

A slow painful death.

 

Keep me here if you will,

But know this to be true,

This isn't my choice.

This is forced affection.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

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