My “BaBopBye Ya” Valentine

I hear echoes of your laughter in the corners of my mind

While I memorize each detail of your intricate design

In your hair there is a symphony

Your lips a string quartet

They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street

Where we first met

Now somewhere time pursues us

As we love in Technicolor

But I dwell in silence on your words

Which move me like none other

This time I shall be unafraid

And violence will not move me

This time we will relax

This time we will stay in our movie


I see beyond tomorrow

This life of strife and sorrow

My freedom calls and I must go

Janelle Monáe



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