I might be cold but that's not that I don't love you
If you could rip my heart off right now you'd see just how much love I keep inside.
But I know that sometimes it is my face that looks pretty cynical or how I keep talking like a girl with a lack of empathy. And still, that's not that I don't love you.
Sometimes what you see with your naked eyes don't tell you the naked truth, though.
And even now I feel like I need to make some apologies, I still don't want to do that.
It is that I can barely put a little warmth in my presence.
And it is also that instead of giving away nice words, I like to keep it direct and sharp.
I know that I used to like to see an elegant kind of woman with a feminine touch inside of myself. The one whose arms are warm, whose cooks are tasty, and also obedient.
But I've come to a realization that although I've been dreaming to become a sweet girl next door kind of girl all my life: I can't.
But the fact that I am not that sweet will never decrease the amount of love I have in my heart.
It is that when my friends are getting a serious heartbreak; although I might not hug her or cry with her, but I won't leave her either.
No, because I don't want her to feel alone. And that's what matters.
But I know that sometimes it is my face that looks pretty cynical or how I keep talking like a girl with a lack of empathy. And still, that's not that I don't love you.
Sometimes what you see with your naked eyes don't tell you the naked truth, though.
And even now I feel like I need to make some apologies, I still don't want to do that.
It is that I can barely put a little warmth in my presence.
And it is also that instead of giving away nice words, I like to keep it direct and sharp.
I know that I used to like to see an elegant kind of woman with a feminine touch inside of myself. The one whose arms are warm, whose cooks are tasty, and also obedient.
But I've come to a realization that although I've been dreaming to become a sweet girl next door kind of girl all my life: I can't.
But the fact that I am not that sweet will never decrease the amount of love I have in my heart.
It is that when my friends are getting a serious heartbreak; although I might not hug her or cry with her, but I won't leave her either.
No, because I don't want her to feel alone. And that's what matters.
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