Unbecoming Poem by Jonas Goncalves

Unbecoming



He's got mysterious eyes
which stare at me directly.
He's got fleshy lips
which bite dangerously.

Here comes an unexpected feeling;
somewhat predictable before us.

He's got a smile
whose simplicity charms me.
He's got a heart
whose size I don't care.

Here comes an unbecoming feeling;
unbecoming to the mind, but not to the flesh.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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