She was a pink fluffy stuff,
Whom I used to talk to,
Each and every night.
It reminds of you,
It reminds me of us.
I talk to her when I'm sad or what.
Talking to a teddy bear?
Yeah, a silly thing.
I remember when you brought her.
A lot of people wants to claim it,
But,
It came to me.
She was named after you,
And that's reason why..
Why I'm talking to it..
Thinking it was you,
Telling you so much things.
But guess what?
I've done doing that..
Imagining my teddy bear was you.
Not anymore.
Cause you don't care anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Untold
Random'My eyes never lie and tells you everything which my mouth couldn't say.'
