He’s my servant always there to show me what’s right or wrong.
In the morning me and him are close.
At night he’s my personal assistant.
He reads the words written on my clothes backwards.
Me and him empty my wardrobe almost every day.
He knows my vibe and what I like.
I change into multiple clothes per day and he never complains.
He always says I am looking good.
I see myself in him like a reflection in a puddle of water.
He is always there standing in the corner.
He’s the fairest of them all.
I never want him to break.
It would shatter my clothes’ hearts.