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.