"Eyes as black as stone, matted fur that shows the years gone by.
Watching with those empty black eyes. A form of comfort that we leave behind.
Watching from our shelves, something we sell as we grow. A soft form of comfort with cold black eyes, it takes a piece of our soul.
If we leave them, we lose them. We find comfort with it why? It's a soft teddy with cold stone eyes.
We find comfort in knowing it's not alive but what if it was? It collects pieces of our soul and we sell it as we grow old.
Is that not what we do as we grow old? Give away pieces of our soul until we have nothing left to give? We do it even if we don't try, we give away our soul as we grow old.
We start when we're Young, we give it to Teddies with cold black eyes.
It's unavoidable but if we keep our Teddies we might keep a piece of our soul."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
