I've got a big stuffie
She's a unicorn
Her name is Kennedy, like John F. Kennedy
Silly, silly, unicorn
Squishy squishy squishmello
Hair so ruffled like she was partying all night
Instead, she was comforting me as I cried about a fight
So curly
But above all else
She was there when no one else was
My stuffie
Instead of my bed I keep her in the closet now
I feel bad
But
It's cuz i'd be tempted
To ruffle her feathers
Tear her seams
And steal her comfort
Permanently smiling
I feel bad she can't cry as well
I'd open her up
Let her tears out
But
She ain't real
And I feel bad for that too
Teal colored and soft
So soft
Her headband holds her party-crazy rainbow hair which i've ruined
This poor stuffie
Headband falling apart so so that it's see through
Nothing but strings holding it together
Love
Love can ruin all things
Comfort too
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
