My soul is lined with blue and gold, but I will never refer to it as cold. The gold represents love and the blue hate. There's a lot of gold in me that wishes to shine through, but there's still some hate. It causes me to do all these things I hate the most like falling in love with you. My soul slowly fades as the darkness takes over. I really hope to stay so I don't lose ya. I care too much to not care at all that's probably why I always fall. I've tried and I've tried not to, but my soul says, "curtain call." I'm lost and I'm scared in this blue part of town so please -won't you slow down? It's cold and shallow here just like a pool. The windows opening now I can see you with your beautiful hair and starstricken eyes that remind me most dearly of the stars in the skies. You're saying hello and waving goodbye. How many times are you going to lie? You've left me blue with very little gold. Now I must ask, how could you be so cold?
