The Feeling of Bare.

This is not a story or a novel of passion, but something similar. I don't have much experience as a writer, but my poems are short and something I do not care to share. They can make no sense at all or just be something you, yourself cannot comprehend. You may see them as cruel or you may connect to them in an unexpected level of understanding. If you read them just understand I don't want to be judged for the I have bared myself. Not to be overlooked or judged, but for the chance to be understood. These poems have not been read by anyone, other than you readers. They are my passion and my muse, is simply my imagination.