You look at them through those eyes,
eyes that could pierce their soul and as cold as an ice.
And giving them a sly smile,
that they'd still see from a mile.
Your touch leaving trails on their skin,
a touch that can be too keen
or too soft to be gentle.

But behind this ice cold facade,
I could easily drown,
for whenever I am with you,
you put your walls down.

An exemption amongst the others.