a heart is such a fickle thing.
just when you think you have your own dissected,
explored and analyzed,
it evolves and surprises you.
the heart of another,
well, that's another matter.
just like fingerprints,
no heart is the same.
and even when you think your heart;
even when you thought you knew that your heart
was immune to theirs,
you find a fingerprint, left indented.
but their heart is out of the gamble now,
so the two bodies may leave indentations,
on one another,
yet not the hearts.
but i wonder,
will this fingerprint you left ever wash away,
when your fingerprints still crawl over my skin?