Even if you are like ice,
You seem so nice,
With eyes like the ocean,
and a voice like a song that you have sung to me before,
I hate to want more,
The look you give me seems so wrong,
With hair yellow as the sun,
Who shines so bright,
You may be like ice,
Just to hide the sweetness inside,
I get that you like to hide,
All the good left of you inside,
For like a golden ray,
You want to stay,
Just as bright as before.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Even if you are like ice,
You seem so nice,
With eyes like the ocean,
and a voice like a song that you have sung to me before,
I hate to want more,
The look you give me seems so wrong,
With hair yellow as the sun,
Who shines so bright,
You may be like ice,
Just to hide the sweetness inside,
I get that you like to hide,
All the good left of you inside,
For like a golden ray,
You want to stay,
Just as bright as before.
When you think about your nonexistent love life.
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