Sunday, 10 April 2011
03:12:30 PM (GMT)
Sometimes I feel so alone.
But I know I'm not.
As long as he's there, waiting.
Soft and fuzzy with round button eyes.
He comforts my sorrow.
Listens to my dreams.
I love him, he loves me.
One too many times he's seen me cry, but not a judgement said.
And when the lights go out he protects me in the dark.
His big, roung, button eyes watching me as I sleep.
And when I awake, he'll be there.
In the exact same place I left him.
His stitches hold him and my hope together.
His tiny pink nose pushes against my cheek when I hug him.
Letting me know its all okay.
He is stronger than I.
Stronger than he is made to appear.
My bestfriend, the fluffy one.
The stuffed one.
The one with a nose that never smells and eyes that'll never see the world.
My bestfriend that sits on my bed.
And always waits for me.