Love, the sequel
I'm like that teddy bear the boy has ever since he was a baby.
Old, worn out, dirty, ugly, obsolete. Any other toy is worth some hours of fun, but not the teddy, which is always on the shelf.
And the toys break. And the toys are given away. But the old teddy, the teddy... it never leaves the shelf.
There are nights when all the other toys (even the all flashy and shiny robot that walks and speaks 4 COMPLETE SENTENCES) seem dead and the teddy bear is the only thing alive in that room, besides the boy himself. And these are the nights when the boy grabs the bear and whispers in it's plushy ears: "You're the only friend I have. Of all my toys, you're my favorite".
These are the nights when the tiny, old, worn out teddy bear would hold the boy back, if it could. It gives the boy all the warmth it can. But before the break of dawn, the boy is asleep... and the teddy is back on the floor, almost under the bed, like some dirty little secret.
Boy, let go of that stupid teddy bear and grow up already...
Old, worn out, dirty, ugly, obsolete. Any other toy is worth some hours of fun, but not the teddy, which is always on the shelf.
And the toys break. And the toys are given away. But the old teddy, the teddy... it never leaves the shelf.
There are nights when all the other toys (even the all flashy and shiny robot that walks and speaks 4 COMPLETE SENTENCES) seem dead and the teddy bear is the only thing alive in that room, besides the boy himself. And these are the nights when the boy grabs the bear and whispers in it's plushy ears: "You're the only friend I have. Of all my toys, you're my favorite".
These are the nights when the tiny, old, worn out teddy bear would hold the boy back, if it could. It gives the boy all the warmth it can. But before the break of dawn, the boy is asleep... and the teddy is back on the floor, almost under the bed, like some dirty little secret.
Boy, let go of that stupid teddy bear and grow up already...