I love my friend.
Their so nice and cuddly.
Soft and fluffy.
Warm and cozy.
When I hold them.
I feel safe.
They are beautiful.
And just right.
I don't need no more or no less.
They are the perfect size and shape.
Sometimes they could do with something.
Ah yes, being a bit more snuggly.
But either way.
They are mine.
And my perfect friend.
I would not ask for anything else.
Do you think I'm talking about a teddy bear.
Is it because of the title.
Well you would be wrong.
And that's ok.
I have deceived you.
I have a friend.
A real person.
Who is my teddy bear.
Who I cuddle a hold.
They tell me their problems and I tell them mine.
We laugh and cry.
We are goofy and serous together.
More goofy than not.
We talk about our day.
We talk about our ideas.
Sometimes we just sit in silence.
But we don't feel awkward.
Or weird about it.
Why?
You ask.
Well I will tell you why.
We are friends.
Really really good friends
We are as good as friend as we can get.
My BFF until the end.
Am I right buddy.
S.R.Worth
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Seeing colour in the shade
PoetryI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
