his hands were like silk;
gentle, soft, and cold
his eyes were like the ocean;
deep, mysterious, cold
his heart was like a stone;
dark, unique, cold
he never really told me why
he never really gave a reason
he never talked, he was way too shy
and we didn't last the summer season
maybe if it had been different
maybe if he wasn't him
maybe if I was better
maybe if I was cold within
I love him now
I'll love him later
but we are not good together,
because we are both COLD