Cold, cold heart
By Caitlyn Callery
You touch me, your caress warms my skin,
I feel your fire blaze deep within.
Brand me, burn me up in your flame,
Spin me so fast I’m driven insane.
And just as I’m ready to shatter,
You stop and pull us apart,
Let me know I don’t matter,
I just do not matter to your cold, cold heart.
I would leave, I can’t stay away.
Craving for you worse every day.
Be mine, no, I can’t let you go,
You’re all I need, all that I know.
But just as I think that I have you,
Just as I’m falling apart,
You show me I don’t matter,
I just do not matter to your cold, cold heart.
Warm fingers, cold heart,
Never finishing the things you start.
Your touch, it sizzles,
Then the feeling fizzles,
And I’m left empty, falling apart,
Embraced by the ice of your cold, cold heart.
I feel you, you’re warm on my skin,
You scorch me, the burning begins.
Sparks fly, igniting all you touch,
I come too close, it’s all too much.
And just as I’m turning to ashes,
As the explosions start,
You let me know I don’t matter,
I just do not matter,
Not a bit of it matters to your cold, cold heart.
Whatever I do,
Nothing matters to you,
Nothing but ice in your heart,
The ice in your cold, cold heart.
