My Shirt
My Shirt
I love the way you feel against my skin, so soft, so snug,
Fit so tight, like a hand in a glove.
My favorite color, my favorite style,
Sorry I haven't worn you in a while.
You're my lucky one, only to be worn when needed,
Only when I'm feelin' defeated.
One arm in, then I do the other,
You're my good luck charm and there could never be another.
My Shirt.?
Copyright © Tanya Wilkerson | Year Posted 2013
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