White picket stars

So let me know, do you still want the white picket dream?
With nosy neighbors and houses full of infant screams
Quiet nights and the odd barking canine
Looking up to 10 more stars than the city sky

Do you still want bouquets under the influence of gravity?
Into open arms of friends and relatives
With clumsy writings on a runaway car
“Just married” as we wait for the rest of our lives to start

Do you still want that small diamond ring
Like a drop of my love sitting on your skin
Aurum kisses and carbon dreams
Wide eyes and a bruising knee


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