Whats slumbering inside this stuff tiger?
is it filled with dreams and hopes
Or just mere stuffing
dreaming of being a real tiger
Where he can frollic in the grass
on a spring evening
playing gentle games in the wind.
Or would he stay a stuff comfort toy
and hold all his beloved girls tears?
One who could comfort her
one who she can share her secrets
without being afraid.
One who she can be herself
Or would this tiger leave her
and be the tiger he always
dreamed of being??
Or would his stuff heart break
knowing his beloved will break
without the comfort of him.
he ponders whats would happen to the girl
Hopeing she would be herself, the girl
he knew before she broke
and fragments of her old self
is long gone and now new shards
takes its place.
These shards formed and molded
this woman to hold me all through her life.
Wanting to be showered with love
Wanting me to see the world with her
through her sorrowful eyes.
Eyes that stare cold
into my plastic beads
thoughts hidden behind these eyes
never surfacing for anyone to see
but me of course
the one to ease her pain
to make her happy
and to be that little girl again
yet im just a stuff animal
with thoughts behind my beaded eyes
Hopes and dreams stuffed
instead of a fluffy substance
feel the world lite it should be
instead of these hard paws
And here i sit
being hugged closely
to the one i love most.
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