Real Gone Girl

She’s too much,
all the things that make my head hurt
in a good kind of way
she’s a wild one,
yeah, she is.

She’s green grass
on bare feet
begging to be rolled in
laid on, kissed on
yeah, she is.

She’s the best part,
the sweetest laugh
my favorite voice
the coolest scene
she’s a dream
yeah, she is.

She’s a smile on a bad day
a cool drink in the heat
a breeze in the summertime
coffee on a winter morning
sugar in my tea
yeah, she is.

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