Any suggestions please?

Question

Footsteps

You are walking over my heart,

Your steps are the beats of the heart

But no dear,

Don’t worry or be afraid

It doesn’t me hurt.

Don’t mind

What falls from your boots

Some dirt

Would not harm or hurt

With each step beats my heart

But dear

Let me say where is the pain

Let me tell you what really stops the rain

It is the fact that you never me saw

And that you don’t know

That’s it is my heart

Beneath your boots

Under your foots.

Answer 1

poetry is like water; is has no flavor. you don't need suggestions, just keep writing what you know and feel.