I’m having a daydream relapse of colors that don’t exist,
inter-dimensional crushes and sleeping with Picasso.
I’m having a daydream relapse of bankrupting the king,
champagne showers and headless beauty queens.
I’m having a daydream relapse of running out of love spells,
made up anniversaries and Egyptians that don’t look like Cleopatra.
I’m having a daydream relapse of laying naked with vintage villains
and stirring flakes of gold into my melanin.
I'm having a daydream relapse of running through the streets at night
and feeling pity for people not living like us.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
I’m having a daydream relapse of colors that don’t exist,
inter-dimensional crushes and sleeping with Picasso.
I’m having a daydream relapse of bankrupting the king,
champagne showers and headless beauty queens.
I’m having a daydream relapse of running out of love spells,
made up anniversaries and Egyptians that don’t look like Cleopatra.
I’m having a daydream relapse of laying naked with vintage villains
and stirring flakes of gold into my melanin.
I'm having a daydream relapse of running through the streets at night
and feeling pity for people not living like us.
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