Her walls are thick, tall and intimidating
Staring at it, I thought how in the world am I suppose to break it down?
I overthink things most of the time especially when it comes to her
I wanna know how and what pleases her
Will my jokes work? Will my wit be enought to get her to notice me?
She's both ice and fire, every bit as fiery and cold
Her replies are unpredictable and sometimes they leave me wondering whether I've said something
And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way
I read her works all the time looking for glimpses of the girl within the walls
Slowly, I try to unravel the overlapping emotions within her words
Whether she pushes me away or pulls me back in, how I feel won't change
She leaves me breathless without her even knowing it
Then I realized that her walls are not meant to be torn down
That they were there not because she chose to have them
The walls are a part of her, a protection from the world outside
A world where she wonders about her purpose, her life and her dreams
And so I hope to find an entrance and a passage that would take me to the girl inside
I wouldn't even say anything, just knowing that I am with her would be enough
I would sit beside her reflecting on everything that she wrote down
I'd like her to know that I have no idea what I'm getting into
But I'd promise her that she'll never be lonely again