I always loved the cold,
the way it made us wrap together in a blanket,
the feeling of warmth against the darkness of night.

I always loved the Night,
A place for me to hide my shame from the light,
a loneliness that I craved more than life.

I never liked my life,
but the warmth you provided made it alright,
the sun and the moon,
sitting in the skies,
against the world,
thinking they'd be fine.