My Girl
The old songs can make me cry
As those memories go floating by
Those times still ring true
On the dance floor swaying with you
They start up and I know
Where the music will make me go
It’s the darkened room with you so close
That’s the time I like the most
I suppose you sometimes wonder
As I close my eyes and wander
Does he still love me better than the rest
But you are still my girl best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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