Girl on Your Arm
I see you
some days,
A girl on
your arm.
You make me
regret,
Coming back
to this town.
That awkward
glance,
That lost
lovers share.
The one that
occurs,
With the
ghost of love there.
Those
cobbled streets,
Will never
be the same –
Where you
ruined my heart,
And she
played the game.
A sweet
thing wasn’t she?
Could be no
more than twenty?
I saw her
the other day –
She’s still
a gamer by the way.
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