Road signs in white are suggestions,

And I’m suggesting that we run away.

Dress in white dresses and speed past

Naysayers and self proclaimed soothsayers.

You deserve more than shotguns and Vegas,

But I survive on your exhales

And I have phlegm clogging arteries.

I’ll carry you through thresholds

And kiss your secret wishes

I’ll share my name and my namesake

And make you my heiress