We are not a white picket fence.
You are not the six am snooze button
and I am not the two and a half children.
What we have is sand
and a little bit of moonlight
and I may be young,
but I know you can’t build a
four bedroom on a foundation
as shaky as your voice
when you first told me you loved me.
I don’t need two bathroom
or blue shutters,
and I only like fences
that are made to be jumped.
—"Fences", Azalea Scott (via alwaysandeveryours)