You're bold like December
The harvest held fast against nature's cruel hand
Your smile is made
Of fire and sand
Your shoulders are made
Of porcelain and ash

It's springtime when our spectrums align,
And you slide into the crook of my neck.

Then in the daytime, neon rebel blood shows in your veins
Even when your bones ache,
Even when your heart breaks.

True blood, a juggernaut girl
And I wouldn't mess with her unless you want a reason to CRY~