When I think about you, I think of all the good things that comes with it. Maybe being in a hot air balloon up in the skies of messisipi or maybe just the absurdity of fairytales- like going to a ball but prolly getting wasted after the clock strikes 12 and just kissing the shit out of your lips. So if you think of me, what would it be like?
Magic. You came as though you were sent right on time, to get me out of a confined mind, to seek serenity off these admonishing feelings. Maybe this is temporary, maybe this is it.
You see, when others were all attacking me with questions I couldn't comprehend, I came to you having to seek refuge, and all you did was to convince me that it is all okay and we will get through this together.
As though these misconceptions weren't thrown hard enough at me, I kept my guards up. I don't care what tomorrow may bring. For now I feel like its us, against the universe.
xoxoqueensiti
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