She was cold. Heartaches can do that to the soul.
He was bored. He wanted to get in her heart of gold.
She saw something good in the no-good boy's eyes,
Their blue reminded her of summer days,
and that filled her with warmth.
He wrapped his arms around her and filled her with lies,
Beautiful, perfect, washed out lies.
And for once, she trusted.
And from then on, she fell into in the depths.
Once he had won her heart,
Appearing cracked and scarred,
He took a step back, and left her in the cold.
The boy with the ocean eyes,
Couldn't see her heart of gold.