Just remembered that day,
the day you came in contact.
With the human form me,
noticing my appearance.
The seriously looking me,
you admired.
I didn't pay attention,
to the attention you brought forth.
Temporary emotions,
I didn't entertain.
Your intentions were far more,
than those of lustful minds.
You experienced more,
than my mind could wonder.
Far more slimmer,
than my perception.
The key you lost,
wasn't found in me.
But time,
time was the element to find it.
In you,
you found it.
Still that temporary feeling,
lingers like the scent of burning wood.
Should I say emotion,
that kept you hoping.
Still look at me with those,
amazing features.
You still thankful,
for that I've done.
Treating me like you do,
to fragile flowers.
Anyway we not gonna last,
the transformation continues.
YOU ARE READING
The naked me. (Completed)
PoetryA POETRY BOOK, mainly based on free verse writing. - Sonnet's and elegy's, gives it a sense of emotion. A revelation of my factious side that has never faced the surface of this world.
