i did not ask for this
to be plagued by these passionate
yet tender feelings
but yet all i have known
for my soul to crave
was the very essence of you
the essence of what you showed
to be in love
something lesser-known by me
the essence of being seen
for not my body
but my mere soul
to not be judged
by the many men who lusted over this
impure shell
and tasted my stained mind
i did not ask to be seen
for i was indeed happy
with the walls of concrete
high and oh! so aspiring
with a wish to remain hushed
but yet all i have known
for my soul to crave
was the very essence of you
the essence you shared with me
in the name of trust
something not known by me
you say your purpose is otherwise
but i beg to differ
for the universe knows
of my contentment
with my awfully prodigious hurt self
i did not ask for this
alas! how else would i prove
this feeling less described?
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