Chilled nights, star lights
Bright with life.
The sheets bundle at the feet.
Too hot.
Too cold.
Toss and turn.
Fetus, log, yearner,
Solider, freefall, starfish.
No position satisfies.
My eyes look to the bear.
A simple stuffed animal.
Your fur soft, his smell still lingers.
You are apart of me, teddy bear.
My arms and side like a magnet to the bear,
I finally catch some long overdue Z's.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
Chilled nights, star lights
Bright with life.
The sheets bundle at the feet.
Too hot.
Too cold.
Toss and turn.
Fetus, log, yearner,
Solider, freefall, starfish.
No position satisfies.
My eyes look to the bear.
A simple stuffed animal.
Your fur soft, his smell still lingers.
You are apart of me, teddy bear.
My arms and side like a magnet to the bear,
I finally catch some long overdue Z's.
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