And that polar bear was my friend
Never understanding the migration patterns,
Of which there are none; stand still and live.
Polar bears are meant to adapt to the cold,
The biting air and piercing words of others.
When life pukes on your ice, eat it,
That is what polar bears do... right?
I can be that warm coat to protect you, day,
And night, claws that rip and tear.
I would love to be there for you,
And that polar bear was my friend.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
And that polar bear was my friend
Never understanding the migration patterns,
Of which there are none; stand still and live.
Polar bears are meant to adapt to the cold,
The biting air and piercing words of others.
When life pukes on your ice, eat it,
That is what polar bears do... right?
I can be that warm coat to protect you, day,
And night, claws that rip and tear.
I would love to be there for you,
And that polar bear was my friend.
dedicated to my best friend Melissa, who struggles and yet lives life to the best of her ability. <3
