I’ll Be Your Pretty, Happy, Cool Girl

Ask me silly questions as we gaze into never ending shades of cotton pink and warm yellow and cool blue sunset. I’ll be sweet like sugar, trapped in your mouth, lingering in your soft hair. I’ll be your cozy home, the kind you could sit around a fire with your family… shadows flickering but never touching, I’d fall like embers into smoke and then rise up again to touch your face. I’ll be chill like ice cream in a hot roaring summer. Even a slight breeze can’t knock me over, I’m solid, cool, and down for whatever. I’ll be your sweet girl. Your happy girl. Your cool girl.

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