I carefully traced the hem of your shirt with the pads of my fingers
You weren't wearing it of course;
It was a gift or
Maybe you left it here on accident
My eyes make the colors brighter than they are
The cliché star design is more distressed when I wear it
I wish you would come to my house and take it back.
I want you to tell me how you really feel
I want you
To give me your other shirts
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
I carefully traced the hem of your shirt with the pads of my fingers
You weren't wearing it of course;
It was a gift or
Maybe you left it here on accident
My eyes make the colors brighter than they are
The cliché star design is more distressed when I wear it
I wish you would come to my house and take it back.
I want you to tell me how you really feel
I want you
To give me your other shirts
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