Chisel...

You could slide my way across that cool in your heart. With a  chisel to sculpt a masterpiece with your charm. So I can see if the ice being broken has an angle in which I've never known. Through a lil convo to speak of what the eyes hide from what they're willing to show. Hoe thick is your frozen grounds in which you stand upon. Bcuz you can good your breath if your head's in the clouds with a mentality so far gone.  Melt, n lower the platform for the possibility chancing a train of an us. Strangers are only do NCIC they haven't met as of yet. As friends come outta nowhere the hear the drip from the chest. Allowing emotion to move again in ways hands can't grasp. But too quench luv's thirst is the purpose of such impact. Skate your way into my space n lay down your blade. It's ok if you sit for a bit to relate...