Your hand felt cold,
almost as cold as the way you explained your heart to be.
I never believed that.
How could something so beautiful have a heart of filth?
Not you, no.
Your heart was beautiful, Your heart was gold.
And the way you explained mine to be, the words you used,
worked perfectly for the way i saw yours.
I began to be content with the way you felt for me,
and you content with way i felt for you.
We were okay knowing that we saw the bright in each other.
We were okay knowing that we saw the dark too.
We were okay.