Lets become all they fear

Everything hated by daddy dear

Lets elope and sell dope

Spend the money on handcuffs and hope

Lets build a castle in the sky

Where we won’t have to hide the fact that we’re high

A cheap apartment could be paradise

Our murmured mantra- wouldn’t it be nice?

Protect you from all that you hate,

Screw them! We write our own fate,

We'll break all the rules and have fun,

Be what we want- vampires in the sun

Meet me at the station at one AM

Leave it all behind, forget about them

Let go of all the things you loathe

All we need is weed and a change of clothes

I’ll make it happen; I'll meet you there,

Just so I can whisper in your ear,

Tell you how much I love you,

There's nothing for you that I wont do

We’ll walk out into the light dark rain

My hair tousled ‘cause I slept on the train

Your purple hair glowing in the neon lights

The first of a thousand perfect nights

Spend all night talking and kissing

Not afraid to wake up and find you missing

With my head on your chest I can feel your voice

Pot and love are my drugs of choice

A/N: Based on a practical joke in which my boyfriend and I convinced a friend that we were going to elope to NYC and support ourselves by selling dope. Then told her we were kidding. Then played the same joke on her a week later and succeeded. Don’t ask why we decided to write a poem about it.