by Devon E Mattys
When he calls me his girl, I melt.
An orchestra of heartstrings swells,
And as surely as his pronoun is possessive,
Author's Note: Inspired by a text I received this morning at 3:07am, when the person who sent it should have been asleep. I was in the middle of a 4-hour drive away from his place, and it read, simply, "Where is my girl now?"
Posted on 09/10/2017
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