My favorite hoodie, One that aged along with me. The hoodie that remembers it all, The pain, sweat fear, Still having the white paint stains.
It remembers the joy, The children's laughter, The forest we both used to love And the universe i created in my head.
It knows more about me than any person in the world, Remembers all of my happy and sad moments, The tears of joy and sadness. Today i am wearing it and writing this poem. Thank you.
I wont be surprised if no one likes it but anyway, i have that one favorite hoodie i absolutely love and i wouldnt trade it for the world.