Melt Poem by Claudette Qui

Melt



I believe you have other girls on your mind, and you come to talk to me, why?

I see you almost every day and my eyes are forced to look away.

One word from you makes my heart melt away,

I can't help to think that maybe one day, we can fly, fly away.

Claudette Qui
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: believe
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