I’ve already believed in dreams coming true, in magic and in white unicorns. Those myths and fables are the treasures of my heart.
It’s weird you always think it’s the little kids and their imaginary friends who believe. They’re able to experience things we no longer care to. Their childlike faith and ability to believe allows imaginations to run wild.
And I could really care less that my left shoe doesn’t match my right as long as I’m with you. And I could care less that my eye lids are heavy because we don’t keep normal humanoid hours if it means we get to be together. So un-expose your heart and re-focus the lens. Shoot. Rethread the needle and stitch it to my sleeve. This world is devoid of love. So please get some freaky science dudes in white lab coats together to reinvent love the way it should be.
Your every footfall is mirrored by my every step as you hold me close and we dance to the flickering lights. I breathe you in and make a self-centred vow: I’m gonna try to be generic for just one day, then for every after I will always be me, the dreamer with the pet unicorn- the one you love.
I’d already believed in dreams coming true, in you, in love I just didn’t think I’d get to experience it all at once.
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