Smoke dances past my lips head rushing I can feel you now your lips like satin on my skin your hair so perfectly golden flirting over my skin like snowflakes pouring down from grey clouds except you're not grey you're as yellow as a dandelion in the midst of a summer afternoon. -- I really would like honest opinion on this, however harsh it may be. I have had writers block for almost a year before just now coming out of it. Its written about my lady, how I saw her the moment I fell in love with her. I was high when I fell for her, and I still see her the same way even if I'm sober.