My Teddy Bear Love Story : Pt. 1
The teddy bears, m'love
They seem to have this cold stare
as if you put them in my hands,
to remind me your's were once there.
And they mock me every night,
their shadows dance upon my wall
singing songs of delight,
those songs we sang last fall.
I remember when we danced,
to those ridiculous love songs
that night you took my hand,
and spun my world wrong.
Because the next morning,
waking, not to your scent.
Etched in the heart of that teddy bear,
was the story of your last breath.