temperature (3/10/20)

your golden-brown skin is warm and inviting.

 

on the outside i stay cool and collected --

 

freezing my feelings so i'll never crack.

 

but on the inside,

 

you melt my heart down to its very core.

 

i wish i knew how to tell you.

 

but i know you'll see soon,

 

because this burning heat inside of me

 

is quickly melting my icy exoskeleton

 

and there's nothing i can do to stop it.

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