His Girl

He stopped texting so often,

Thoughts of him laying in a coffin,

Seem to travel quickly when you’re not talking.

There’s a lot on his mind he tells,

Oh, how he thinks his life is a living hell.

But when you’re there, he remembers how he fell.

She got rid of the bad thoughts,

A safe haven, she was heaven to him.

Even when the lights seemed too dim.

She brought light to his darkness,

Meaning to his meaningless life,

And he just knew, she had to be his wife.