I'm sure when my love comes, it'll be big and bright
Constellations of kisses
A shooting star reaching all the way from my mouth to my stomach
My love will not take hours to get ready for
It will not be covered in lipstick or stinking of some drug mart cologne
My love will be naked and simple
A person, a thought - or maybe just a glance at my me in the mirror
We will walk hand in hand down my favourite street (the one with the lights by the pool) and we will be happy
Simply
Truly
Yellow paint happy
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