Teddy Bears and Fairytales.

Teddy Bears and Fairytales.

A Poem by Bullet Soul

The vow of never letting go.


Each night I fall asleep, I see the outlines of a moment.


A moment that lurks, in the back of my mind

A desire that waits, to be fulfilled.


 A memory not yet made, beneath September skies

When a feeling of closure, still lurks in the air.


This moment brings me beauty, when winter steals my soul

Like a knife that screams death, even through the sunlight.


And so I see her with her teddy bear, the daughter I could never have

As she wraps her arms around him, with a vow of never letting go.


A childhood so full of life, of spirit and of soul

Beauty will remain the gift, I long to give the world


Each night I lead her to her bedroom, a storybook in my hands

The same teddy bear pressed, inside her loving arms


Until years pass, and childhood becomes a memory

So distant, yet so near, trailing at her heels


Her first crush breaks the heart, I thought I might keep whole

She has no use for fairytales, when midnight strikes the skies


At dawn I find marks on her wrists, and a blade inside her drawer

Another heart ripped into shreds, and lying on the floor


And so each night I fall asleep, my thoughts drift to my girl

The one I thought I used to have, but was stolen by the snow


In the next room she weeps, and longs to have his arms

Pulling close beside her, with a vow of never letting go


Ten years pass on, with childhood gone

The faded pages of a book, with the cover surely closed


Marks no longer outline, the skin placed on her wrists

She spends her nights with him, as I wait home alone


Longing for September nights, of fairy tales and teddy bears

A desire that no longer, seems to be fulfilled.


Years continue to pass, as both worlds shift

A white day, a lonely night, on her own for good


Wedding vows bring change, to a world where hope is scarce

Fill one heart with love, as the other fights the tears


That night a daughter clings to her romance

As arms press around her, with a vow of never letting go


 A single mom, cries through the night

Like a child, she fears to be alone


A visit to an old room, where fairytales still lay

There she finds the teddy bear, he daughter left behind


She holds him near her heartbeat, has so many memories to share

Imagines’ a daughter’s arm around her


Clings to the vow, of never letting go.

© 2010 Bullet Soul

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Added on January 12, 2010
Last Updated on January 12, 2010