I've always wanted to be naked in front of you
Not naked in a way you would think
Without the clothes and jeans
But naked
Without all the secrets and walls
To let you in to my soul
For you to see my chaotic thoughts
To take a glimpse at my deepest fears
To marvel at my arduous dreams
To laugh at my embarrassing moments
To cry at my forlorn stories
After this, know that
This is the most intimate moment
I can share with you
For I have never let anyone
See me this naked
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Your pretentious verbosity
demotes quality
and suppresses clarity;
poetic variety
associates reality
with verbal insanity
not shallow vanity.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC