I Own Nothing

Edna Horton
Everything I own,

Suddenly becomes yours.

My t-shirts suddenly,

Belong to you.

I have nothing to wear,

Because you have it on.

It's a good thing my jeans,

Do not fit you.

And I still have my shoes,

'Cause you don't wear,

Girl's shoes or jeans,

But you could at least,

Leave me a shirt.

Published by Edna Horton

I would love to eventually become an entertainment reporter. Currently I am working as a waitress full time and studying Journalism on line.  View profile

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  • Edna Horton3/27/2007

    My husband he always steals my thshirts from me.

  • Jessica Hopkins3/3/2007

    Wow, this is so cute. I love it! Could you tell us more about who you wrote it for?

  • Twyla Choate1/26/2007

    Good poem

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