I stole your shirt today,
Don't know why I did it really.
I've come to understand and accept the way things are,
But I still took that **** shirt.
Maybe its because your scent aways made me feel safe in any fray,
Yeah I know that sounds silly.
Maybe its because it was once was close to your now dead heart,
Perhaps its because deep down I'm still hurt.
Its not even much,
Just a plain white work shirt.
still its yours and brings back sweet memories and such,
Like how we use to lie in best and flirt.
Or maybe I'm just a hopeless fool,
just waiting for our souls to reconnect; to make another impact.
Or maybe Im just waiting for this to break out into a dual,
Either way you aren't getting your shirt back.