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