The One I call Pure: Part I
by @max-o
Small time we spent,
I wanted more.
From your voice that lures me towards you,
to kindness I adored.
All coming from the beauty that holds everything capsule.
I wanted to forget with no avail.
Such a frail body,
but all of it is special,
all I adore.So far away,
I wish I can move on,
but travel means nothing to the heart,
for it doesn't care.
Tormenting me with your perfection,
thinking I will never get as close to you as I was,
Like the flower,
time was needed to bloom.
Time we didn't have.
The passing wave is surely coming.
Slowly towards the thoughts I have.
Time is still needed,
but with little time left until the wave hits land.
Will I be able to breathe, able to think?
To the one I call pure,
you are a poison to me.
I grow weary of my thoughts never changing course.
Do you know? Do you care?
I wouldn't know.
From the time we met,
I couldn't think of others the same as you.
Different you may seem, but for how much.
Pure because of difference.
Little I still know, but with the few I do,
I am entangled by your face, your body, your mind.
I want to know more, but doubt more will come.
Here I stand, someone you barely know. But just know what one small time means.