Old Worn Denim

This old worn out denim

tells of the life I've live in them

from the stains to the rips in the knees

Where we rolled in the grass

while the butterflies laughed

and played hours of hide and go seek.

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There's a stain on my left thigh

from when you fell off your bike

and I carried you back inside.

The back pocket is misshapen

from your fingers grappling

cause you didn't want me to leave you behind.

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There's dots of paint mixed with tears,

ink, spilled milk and beers,

stitched together on borrowed time,

The hem might be fraying

but the memories worth saving

and these old jeans still fit just right