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.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
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.
