Soft flakes melt on the plant’s skin
just like how your honeyed words
melt my agitated soul
I want to be that young leaf
that takes your icy surface,
warms your inner self,
melts with you
and falls with you to the ground
Soft flakes melt on the plant’s skin
just like how your honeyed words
melt my agitated soul
I want to be that young leaf
that takes your icy surface,
warms your inner self,
melts with you
and falls with you to the ground