It's not sensible
to love you like this.
You're cold silver kiss,
impair my peripheral.

I could spend
forever like this.
An easy depend,
short life of bliss.

Why'd you run
and go hide,
Mr. Born-To-Lose?
Eyes try to find,
come up empty
with the darkest blue.

Like your loving foam,
I spread myself out
and begin to roam.

There was nothing to lose,
nothing to choose.
I had finally found you,
my favorite shade of blue.

Ice cold to the touch,
you warmed my cold heart
ever so much.

Golden butterflies,
pink roses.
You were better than
the ones I let in,
even the ones close.