Confessions of a secret teddy bear cuddler

Fri, 01/08/2016 - 14:47 -- oake

I cuddle my secret teddy bear at night
Holding him close to my chest so tight
In the midst of loneliness he can be my friend
Someone to be there, even if it's pretend
For I may be young or I may be old
But my needs are important and I cannot withhold
His softness so gentle, warm and secure
Leaves me vulnerable and wanting more
For he is just a teddy bear hidden in my bed
It's a real person I long for to hold me instead
For I may be young or I may be old
But my needs are important of which I cannot withhold

This poem is about: 
Me

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