sunshine girl
she is the only thing that makes me wonder if I do actually like girls a little bit
she's a pile of sunshine, even when she bleeds from cut wrists
I've never seen her cry.
the only things she doesn't give are flying fucks and credit to herself
she can't see her own glow
she's no golden girl but she glows
oh, she glows
bright
oh, I could hear that laugh all day
she's perfect
warm hair, the bright brown eyes you fall in love with in stories
she's one you'd expect to find in a forest, lost in the flowers, sun filtering through the leaves like flakes of glitter
like the elves she reads about in her fantasy books, the ones she probably doesn't realize she is
ready for anything
she's my favorite person to observe, always moving and laughing and sparkling
she's got a life, a future, a chance
oh, and a girlfriend.
