The Girl


I miss that Girl.

I miss that girl, I really do,

It hurt to have to leave.

My heart is hers, it really is,

For I gave her the key.

And now apart, it really stings

For she is part of me.

And I can't wait, for the day

That I see her again.

Because with her touch, her kiss, her hug;

My heart is finally free.

I miss that girl.


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