The Girl

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No words can describe how much she means to me.

The way she stepped in and mended my broken heart

Took away the sadness in my eyes

The negativity in my head

She gave me a reason to quit

To begin to heal myself.

She means so much to me

I hate to drag myself away from her at night

I miss everything about her when we are apart;

The way she holds my hand and never lets go

The way she stares at me as if I'm beautiful

The way she wraps her arms around my waist to keep me warm

The way she snuggles into my neck and she fits perfectly.

The way she kisses my cuts and my scars.

I just need her

All the time

To make my walls fall

With her I can be myself

With her I feel loved and wanted

With her I crave more;

Kissing me

Holding me

Cuddling with me

Here's to the girl who stole my broken heart

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