Worn In Jeans

by Bamachick - Taurus

Here it goes.
 These tears I cry.
Tryna flush it aside.
 Leave whats behind.
And yet,I keep goin back.
 To those worn in jeans.
The ones with the patches.
 The rips and tears.
Damn those jeans.
 Always fittin right.
  Fellin like they never had b4.
Crawlin back.
 All cause I kno.
Snug and tight.
 Makein me cause a fight.
  Between a dude n his chick.
Makin hoes sick.
 Lookin jus right.
Even tho I kno it aint right.
 Put them away.
Wishin for another day.
 To go without.
Puttin those worn in jeans back on.

Reason for writing:

    People always have that one person they cant get rid of.....    

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2006-04-03 17:33:48
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:59
Poem ID: 71281

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