Since the shrapnel destroyed my heart, body and soul
I’ve become a mechanical man
With a body made of almost all metals in the world
So now I’m to be known as an Iron Man
Since I am Iron Man then I guess my lead heart beats for you
And the mercury in my blood boils when I see you
My cooper neurotransmisors now tell me
That my old, still living soul, still wants you
And inside this iron armor there is a man
Willing for a girl, beautiful girl, like you
And in my titanium skull there’s a brain dreaming of you
And my golden arms have no value if they can’t hug you
So now my still loving soul needs you
My new heart loves you
And then I try to run after you with my iridium legs
But I fell, for they are the heaviest metal of all.
- Autor: Anthony M. Borges (Seudónimo) ( Offline)
- Publicado: 22 de marzo de 2012 a las 14:54
- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: English... it happens
- Categoría: Amor
- Lecturas: 1199
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