i am a snake, and i will slither underneath your door while you're asleep. and my tongue will capture the dreams taking place above your head.
and i may be green, but my blood runs red.
and my eyes are blacker than each bean you ate for supper.
And as I slither along your hard wood floor, I am chilled.
Your house is not as heated as the last one I was in.
But thats okay, because your dreams are far more interesting.
And although I will leave you in the winter time, I will send you letters from wherever I may be.
And you will return each note, sealed with a kiss from your red, red lips.
Redder than the sky when the sun is setting, over here.
