Teddy and me

January 6, 2009
My teddy and me,
we're as close as can be,
I sleep with him every night.

And as I dream,
I hold him tight,
smelling the tears I've cried.

When bad days come
and good days go,
I've cried my self to sleep.

But teddy was there,
through good and bad,
still smiling though I weep.

Some days I come home,
with tears in my eyes,
he's there as he'll always be;

But my teddy bear,
who's always there,
is the only one to ever care.

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