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I thought that I was like

a comfortable old tee shirt

that even when faded and washed out of shape

still I would be a pleasure to wear

and you would feel hugged as I held you near



I thought that I was like an ancient pair of denim jeans

that no matter if riddled with holes,tattered, and fringed

still I would be easy to pull on

and your everchanging physique could just ease in, cuz

I still felt good



I thought that I was like an almost forgotten pair of aged sneakers

that no matter how worn, dirty,and leveled they get

after a wash or two

I was still your trusty best bet

for a fit that's still just your size

and gets you where your going

even to your surprise



I thought that I was like a faithful friend

with whom no matter what

greeted you with an awe inspiring smile

and you were excited to see

even if its been awhile or

a quarter to 3  

(in the morning)

your eyes would beam and

you were grateful to be once again

in my relaxed company



B        U         T



I thought too long and too hard

for you

and

you always seem to need

something new



S                 O



you went out and got yourself an outstanding, flashy, new shirt

a new pair of stylish jeans

a more leisurely pair of high maintenance sneaks

and a host of extravagant new friends





their apparant allure has captured your eye

their promise of lifelong comfort

is temporary

but you can't see this

you are too caught up in the glam and glitz attention



these all will have to be broken in



no matter how comfortable

you were with me

your constant need to shop

your consistent need for newness

your appetite for the attention

(even when genuinely embarrassing)

that your more glamorous wears allow you

is

insatiable





so this tee shirt may still have a form fit for you

these jeans still may feel soothing against your fragile but diesel frame

these sneakers may still allow your feet to travel with ease



Y   E   T



no matter how warm and inviting my smile



O   L   D                      F   R  I  E  N  D



I will never be new enough

glitzy enough or allow you the

never ending attention you seem to need



T  O                  B  E



something will always catch the corner of your eye

you are always searching for the new and improved

and



I

am

just

plain

old comfort