The warm is cold to her,
Like the night darkens out the sun,
Rather than the sun driving the night away.
It is not that she is a pessimist, no.
Her optimism is to blame.
Like the glint in the eye of a charmer who
At first glance promises you the world and you,
Willingly, go with him
Believing the world will be yours,
Only to find him a liar
And the world doesn’t need you.