They say I have a heart of gold,

But I don’t think that’s true.

For if I had a heart of gold,

I’d be loved first by you.

Instead my heart is silver,

Silver as loose change.

Meant to toss around and trade,

‘Til I’m lost down the drain.

My heart is silver steel,

As silver as a blade.

It’s cutting edge so sharp and cold

It scares Cupid away.

And since its love means friendship,

My heart’s stuck in second place.

I wish it was enough for you—

The silver heart of an aro ace.