To My Psychic Other Half:
in a gym full of Mormons,
Belting out the lyrics to Fancy at midnight,
Driving- wind racing past our faces
The music never stops, talking
Crazy ideas about inventions to make
the World a slightly better place
Setting up sleeping bags
On the roof.
will bring- a zombie apocalypse?!
Sun-tanned skin leads to a
Bet, now a challenge, and
a List filled with memories about to
As our two worlds collide,
The universe is now
-A Person Who You Find Intellectually Stimulating