He looks at me.
Judging
beady little eyes.
I know i've done you wrong,
with him as my witness.
He sits on my bed,
over my shoulder
to read every word
I pour into my journal.
I confess everything to him.
Though he never gives any advice,
his little black eyes
tell me what I already know.
My conscience,
reminding me.
Everything tumbles away
and fustration is all thats left
he sits there
tiny eyes
loaded with compassion.
Eight years
of teary rainstorms
soaked through to his heart.
I'm okay
and now he's falling apart.
Tattered as he is,
he's still my best friend.
A piece of me
i'll never live without
My Teddy Bear.
Author notes
ballet shoe(or dancer)
sun
breast cancer ribbon
camera
drama masks(comedy/tragedy)
graduation cap
cheering megaphone
handcuffs(mostly a joke)
A contest entry
- Charm me Agian by peridotPixi.
450 points, ended June 27, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is touching and lovely..well deserving of the Gold! Congratulations!
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thank you so much!!
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this is a wonderful tribute to a great friend who has been there in everything the thick and the thin ice, i like how you confess to him, that is really cute, poor teddy is getting a little old, keep up the wonderful writing, ~Amy
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thank you for entering my contest, the drama mask and the handcuffs would make this an awsome braclet, have fun
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