Bear
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Smooth wooden handle
6 inches, nearly 10 when flicked open
to reveal stainless steel
The blade marred only by a few oily fingerprints
and a speck of brown
It smells of dust
and of dried blood
My teddy bear is my favorite thing
And its the one thing I would bring
To an island if I had a choice
For it would cause rejoice
And to my bear I will forever cling
Eyes made of ice,
And a heart made of stone.
Everybody hates her,
She knows she's alone.
All she wishes for,
Is a single friend who cares.
One who comforts her,
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why.
Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
She is light.
Filled with wonder and beauty - She's the goddess of light.
The drum of your laugh;
The tinkle of her sigh;
A Caress from you instills in her Flight.
