White Satin P.J.S Poem by Ima Ryma

Nights in white satin p.j.s worn
By me in our bed alone.
So hard to wake up now each morn,
Remembering I'm on my own.
These p.j.s were a gift from you,
And I gave you a matching pair.
With lots of on and off we'd do
Through all those awesome nights we'd share.
But then there came that fateful day
And night when we were torn apart.
I am here and you are away,
Leaving me with a broken heart.

My white satin p.j.s now be
Covered in tear stains shed by me.