His Girl by Devon E MattysWhen he calls me his girl, I melt.
An orchestra of heartstrings swells,
And as surely as his pronoun is possessive,
I am
his.
09/09/2017 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 Copyright © 2024 Devon E Mattys
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