Of The Girl

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I miss the way you smiled,

I miss the way you laughed,

I miss the way you poked me,

I miss the way we used to dance.

All the nights spent on the phone,

and all these nights I spend alone.

Trying to remember your scent,

Trying to remember where you went.

You pushed my arms away

and fell into hers.

You tossed my love aside and believed her words. 

I love you still, 

and I always will,

your my world.

These are the words of the broken high heeled girl.

These are the words of broken hearted girl.


By: Tia Garner

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