forgotten friend

• spaded

  1 Jan 05, 20:06

  another poem dug out from my deviantart account from loooonnngggg ago.
  
  I think most of us do talk to our teddies, treat them like our friends when we were young. But when we got older, they are nothing but a couple of stuff toys.
  
  Withered roses
  By the window
  I sat there
  Like a widow
  
  I remember
  Our past
  So beautiful
  And young
  
  I wouldn't forget
  Never will I
  Our summers
  And our laughter
  
  I really hope
  You do remember
  All the fun we had
  Until you left
  
  Where are you now?
  I'm so lonely
  I waited for years
  But you never came back
  
  One day
  If you recall
  I'm your teddy
  Your forgotten friend
  
• DeadPoet

  2 Jan 05, 14:27

  From the other poem that you've posted here I think you have developed your own style.
  
  Frankly this poem is better than the other one. Nice write.
  
  Got anymore?