That girl
I thought that my days were about me
It turns out that my days are our days
The days the sun isn’t shining
I’m reminded of my life without you
Calling it a life is an overstatement
Those days remind me of a guitars strings being cut
Or a flower shriveling up because it has no water
My heart longs for companionships
My soul desires to feel something
And when you’re not with me I feel nothing
Like a ghost feels no emotions
When we’re together
Your heartbeat is all that I hear
Your body provides warmth from the cold
and your heart is what I am after
Her long hair falls in between my fingers
Her lips provide the cushion for my fall
The vast and creative forest within her eyes
alludes to a picturesque scene of enchantment
That girl is my girl and cherish her I will
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