That Girl
Her,
With the bottle green hair,
The raspberry voice snare,
The bubblegum delightful flair
Was one crazy scare.
With the bottle green hair,
The raspberry voice snare,
The bubblegum delightful flair
Was one crazy scare.
You,
With your luscious dark hair,
Darker stare,
Are a calmer share.
With your luscious dark hair,
Darker stare,
Are a calmer share.
It is peaceful,
It is better,
This is what I need.
It is better,
This is what I need.
He says this and more.
With every hour
The comparisons grow deeper,
The aches get louder.
With every hour
The comparisons grow deeper,
The aches get louder.
I sit across the chair,
Holding back tears
That rage in a storm
Of stories untold
And memories unfurled.
Holding back tears
That rage in a storm
Of stories untold
And memories unfurled.
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