Jeans: A Poem
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I wish we could have stayed together,
But we slowly stretched apart,
Like reluctant seams separating,
That were fated from the start.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I thought I'd lost you forever,
But you still live on in my head,
Like a stain on all my thoughts,
You're still hanging by a thread.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was only 17.