top of page
Search

The Black Striped Shirt

The black striped shirt,

Stayed in the front of my closet,

For a year before I wore it,

On the day you said goodbye.

The black striped shirt,

Stayed in the back of my closet,

For a year before I wore it again today,

On the day I realized that you were not coming back.

The black striped shirt,

Still had the lingering scent,

Of detergent, new cloth and your cologne,

Taking a whiff of it,

Reminded me of the moments,

Your hands laced around my body,

Holding it so close,

That even a mili meter apart would cause apocalypse.

The black striped shirt,

Won’t have your cologne anymore,

But the memories of your hands around it,

Will last on the fabric forever.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Where's The Tax Payers Money Going

There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers mon

 
 
 
Can I Come Back To You?

Can I come back to you, Wounded from the battles, I fight silently in my head, Scratched all over with scars my thoughts cause, Breathless yet with my heart beating too fast, The same one you broke on

 
 
 

Comments

words for the day

bottom of page