Here I am in your jacket,
by Safiyyah Manjra
It is very oversized yet it feels perfect.
I hold it very tight.
Hope one day, these creases I create don't tear the fabric even slight.
Why do I miss you at this time of the night?
If only I had the courage to tell…
The courage I found when I had that sentimental item to sell.
No one bought it because to them it seemed like trash.
A book which would only leave take some cash.
Meant more than anything I had in my stash.
It was given by you…
Strange enough that's why I never wanted to get rid of it too.
You are my muse.
Hence for these feelings is you whom I accuse.
Thoughts of you I rather put to better use.
Let me stop with this abuse.
You know that I am hopeless and never the type to seduce.
Or even give you what you want which will make you charmeuse.
That is nothing but a mere bribe.
Which can be tempting but never that of which I thrive.
I rather be caught stung by bees from a sweet bee hive!
Emotions felt from the heart,
Are better than those which come from a start.
By looks which paid a huge part.