Hard & Soft

Not smooth at all like milk and honey
she laughs real hard when shit ain't funny

Nervous laughter in important  meetings
flighty life; she has her demons

hard girl with a secret soft side
temper like a live land mine

she's steady, straight always fighting to stay above  water
homegrown and real but she's not the farmers daughter

Not country, not city, she's from outter space
mind like a dimond with a pretty face

Don't misunderstand the lessons she'll teach you
she knows enough to walk away when her message don't reach you

Always willing to love but her heart will come first
an oasis in the dessert when you're dying of thirst

she's the first one to save you but don't get it twisted
if you don't take her hand you'll be sorry you missed it

More likely to catch a unicorn then get a second chance
to be the base dropping in the beat of her dance

Keep her close but never snuff out her flame
find all the pieces and keep playing the game









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