Lukewarm

She says her heart is cold, and yet her smile says no.. I'd give my two folded part in bold, if she can see beyond a meaningful mold.. Her blissful composure, my fistfull of exposure, though no one seems to see a closure.. In this chapter I leave, you are after a pristine, life-like a billionaire I cannot capture.. I wake to a new day, each is different in every way, just like rhymes they go whichever which way.. A sip of coffee, a blip of blog degree, it raises when I saw thee.. The temperature like you is hot, but we're separate, in you that it got.. So cold as you say, but I say no, cuz the smile in you will never get olde..