as our skin comes to touch
my heart begins to melt
in your hands
dripping through the cracks
to your feet
sinking into the carpet
leaving a stain
that'll never be noticed
by anyone
except you
you made my heart melt
you see the stain
and it happens every time
we touch
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower in the Field of Roses
Poetrythis is about her and only her. if she reads it, she'll understand more