Do not come to me with closed doors.
Nor with an escalator that only runs down from heaven.
I want to be your addiction.
Let me be the reason for the curve your lips make,
When they smile, when they grin, when they kiss.
I want to invade you, help you escape, like you do when you light a bud.

Do not come to me with closed doors, I tell you again.
Nor with an escalator that only runs down from heaven.

I seek nothing but your love, your true self, that randomness.
That creeps out upon us like a seven of eleven.
**- Aks.

I'm just another note, in your symphony.
Grab me by my throat, have me trembling on my knees.
You're just a chain smoker,
I'm a Pack of Cigarettes.
I cross the line & lean over, nothing I regret.
.
You tighten the strings, make another sound.
Play a rhythm, and just keep smoking around.
And with every noise, your eyes they shine brighter.
Cause the only hand you need is the one with the lighter.
.
Now your buds are on the ground.
You wonder what went wrong?
Your chords were right, & so was the tone.
.
I knew karma, couldn't harm her.
But, this time it's going down.
Cause what goes around...
...must come back around.
- **Aks, Chainsmokers & Symphonies.

He can't seem to go on,
He doesn't seem too fine.
No one seems to notice
the Demons in his Mind.
.
He doesn't seem to care much,
He doesn't have much time.
You better take a good look,
Cause this will be his last crime.
.
He won't show his pain,
Cause no one seems to get.
He's just like another,
With Demons inside his Head.

- the boy who writes, Aks.

They say that this world is a cruel place.
But, I'm sorry. I'd beg to differ.
Yes, the fast lane doesn't really appeal to me either.
For it is the slow lifestyle of a traveller that I prefer.
.
I am tunnelled to demand adventure.
Through mountains, forests & deserted lands.
For, through my vision I seek nothing but...
The embrace of warm welcomers with folded hands.
- Aks

With those bulletins aligned, we started our quest.
And a picture attached to the message I had once sent.
It was the day I had set my eyes upon you, my sweet.
That I'd exclaimed to myself - She's out of your league.
.
So ravishing were those lines your eyes drew,
It was the hard faced reality
that made me ponder what was true?
But, with our bated breathes and a smile or two.
We lead our own world with an example,
Cause that's just how we do.

The odds were against them
As it was their fate on a cliff, that dangled.
It was the desire for passion & the need to unite.
Cause, she was the devil and he was an angel.
.
The world had mistaken their odd identities.
For they were one since time unknown.
Her's was the rhythm to his symphonies.
His breath, her kiss, his sin, her moan.
.
I could hardly say some more.
Theirs was the truest of alliance
For both were truly in love
It was each other they were thoroughly reliant.
Upon.

Don't let the persistent pressure of fitting in ruin you.
Don't ever let them, who only matter for today destroy what you could have tomorrow.
You, my darling. Could have the world right where you stand.
But, do not let the questions of 'What if' ever let you down in regret and sorrow.
.
You're special, not realising what you have is nothing less than God's Gift.
You adore what is gentle. And you do it with pride.
You must be too used to the way you are, so notoriously modest.
For you are beautiful, ***. So go out and flaunt your true colours and stripes.
- Aks