I want to run away.
I want to elope in Vegas
with a ring you bought with your last two quarters
or ink that refuses to wash away in water.
I promise not to complain
as long as you promise
to propose under the Eiffel Tower.
I dont care if it all crumbles,
because I’m sure
I’ll have lived the best years of my life
–be it with you or without.
the ring should be comparable to Harry Winston.
Van Cleef & Arpels, perhaps.
I want every girl’s dream.
The fairytales they stopped believing in.
I want to be your princess.
Preferably in Paris.
But Vegas would do just fine.
We’ll tell everyone we know to meet us there.
We’ll drink until the sun comes up
and make love until it goes down again.
the way things are supposed to be.
Let’s just do it
however it comes to mind.
My daydreams cast you
but the fireworks
blur the sky.
And the clock
has begun to chime.
my heart sings your name in time.
towards the same finish line.
I’ll promise to keep up
with your stride.
If you’ll promise
you won’t break the tape