Spider8yte

you're fire but in a calming way; and this makes no sense at all; my metaphors, I feel, are failing to describe what looking at you is like. I watch them, knock at your door, and you say, hello; you seem to have a smile for everyone. I am jealous, sometimes, of people who get to kiss you on park benches; I bet your smile tastes great. maybe one day, I'll get to prove it.