Her Shirt Poem by elenore elizabeth

i dont know what to say, all i know is you use to start my day
your were my alarm and my lullaby, you made my dreams fly
you were the suite and i was the dress, when i met you i was such a mess
as we came into this, i guess we shall leave it like this; a hurt mess
i dont know where things went wrong, but i know i have cried hard and long
you were my everything, you were my siempre, you were my dream
you were my hope and my heart beat and everythin between
i dont know what to say, all i know is now i must pay
the breaking of a soul the breaking of a heart as we part
i was the pen and you were the paper, we use to only say later
now we say bye, and are letting things die
how can this be, it was a promise that was suppose to be free
all i can do is flee, i was never good enough for you and me
i dont know what to say, my tounge has been tied everyday
your letting me go jus as i dont show
you were the papii and i was the wifey
i wanted to make you coffe and you wanted to take me shoppin
now we are hopin for sumething, anything to stop this eveything
my giraffe is the only jess i can have and hold, everything else i have been told
i wanted to fold your clothes and make the bed you wanted to take me out to eat to make sure i was fed
but now we go to sleep but not on the other line of the phone everything is straight down to the bone
i dont know what to say except im sorry for the day when all this started going away
i wanted to be the misses and you wanted to give me kisses
i wanted to wear your shirt, but now everything is being left in the dirt
so bad is this stain on our shirt, it hurts
our hearts were on the sleeves, on with the shirt to washing
fold it back up and make it clean, the stain never again will be seen