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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Twinkle The TeddybearEvery night I sit up here,
As long as I can recall,
The things that I see and hear,
From this shelf that makes me tall.
A little girl that cries at night,
She often cries to sleep,
And when no one is by her side,
She tends to sob and weep.
I’ll never know what’s happening,
For years I’ve not been moved,
All I know is the grief she’s feeling,
Her pain cannot be soothed.
I cannot remember the fateful day,
She decided to leave me up here,
The day that she cast all her feelings away,
- The day that Twinkle feared.
I haven’t touched her in a while,
I don’t think I will again,
For she’s lost her memories as a child,
Something she’ll never regain.
And if someone were ever to see,
This torn and tattered bear,
That sits up here waiting to be,
- Given a chance to care.
by Lynn
If one day I sleep and I don't ever wake up,
That will be the happiest day of my life.
Written at
12:33 AM