I miss her, that girl
the girl who woke up early, with hope
just to have a little more daylight
I miss that girl who had friends
the one who would laugh until she cried
and loved every aspect of life
Now that girl waits for the sun to set
stuck inside herself
but scared to come out or let anyone else in
I miss the way she loved unapologetically
and gave her heart freely
but it has been broken too many times
and there is so much less to give
I miss this girl
I hope she can return one day
But sometimes you are too broken
to ever really be the same again
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
I miss her, that girl
the girl who woke up early, with hope
just to have a little more daylight
I miss that girl who had friends
the one who would laugh until she cried
and loved every aspect of life
Now that girl waits for the sun to set
stuck inside herself
but scared to come out or let anyone else in
I miss the way she loved unapologetically
and gave her heart freely
but it has been broken too many times
and there is so much less to give
I miss this girl
I hope she can return one day
But sometimes you are too broken
to ever really be the same again
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