My old shirt that I wore four years ago ,
Touches my feelings again,
I cannot fit into it,but I can force my body in,
I have a wish;to look just like I did,
To expose my muscles,
How I wish Ivyn comes around,
She bought the shirt herself,
She was my girlfriend ,
But something went wrong somewhere ,
The fateful night she stroke my heart ,
With a red hot nail,
"I don't need you anymore"
She said,
Was the same night I hang my favorite shirt,
From the day,haven't worn again...
But today I miss her,
I need her touch,
How I feel her presence in her absence,
I need her to complement me,
She should tell me how I look in my old shirt,
The one she bought.
I love her again.