COLD, was the day I saw you first
"Have an angel fallen with the rain?"
Kept screaming my heart.
COLD, was your fingertips
As they traced over my hand
In search of what we believed was it's place.
COLD, felt the world
When you wrapped me in your arms
Astounding yet so safe.
COLD, was how you looked at me
Soon after you realised that I am not as divine,
As you thought I am.
Wish that time changes this but,
COLD, is what my heart is for you today
As you've taken all it's warmth
And never returned.