sunshine under your ribs

kindness is weakness (that's what they say)

I met a girl, once

One day, you'll meet one too,

She'll make you feel as if you're on fire,

She'll make you fell so full of joy,

You might just explode.

I met a girl once.

The girl I met was made of brown sugar and candle-warmth,

She had the kind of smile the melted you from the inside,

She had the kind of embrace in which you could live in,

The kind of hold that made you want to cry.

I met a girl once,

And she had hair spun from copper,

And was as intricate as a carved angel,

She gave me all she had,

I was never grateful.

I met a girl once,

I treated her with caution,

I held her with too much space between us,

Never let her fill the space between my ribs,

But I was falling.

I met a girl once,

And she tasted of fuzzy memories,

Of bitter chocolate,

She supplied me with a home,

Only for a few months.

I met a girl once,

And I didn't treasure her,

I didn't hold her tight,

I didn't do what I should've,

I didn't.

I met a girl once,

And she was fireworks and popping candy in your mouth,

She was every thing good embodied,

She was too good to me, too kind,

I met a girl once.