whole poems from a broken girl

new texture

i can't wait till i bulldoze your ice frozen walls
i can't wait till i knock on the door
of your precious heart

will i see your soul as you open the passage?
will i finally meet you without consequences?
i am mostly excited to see your pure eyes
i'd look at them and never think twice

i am also ecstatic for the new texture
the texture of your pure heart
i can already feel it's like a story
like unadulterated poetry

the new texture of your heart keeps me fighting for what's right
i won't give up till you never tell me what's inside your chest
just talk to me,
and i'll do the rest