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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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If You Was My Teddy Bear - Poem

If You Was My Teddy Bear

If you was my teddy bear,
I’d squeeze you tight without a care,
You’d never run, you’d never hide,
Just sit and smile right by my side.

I’d dress you up in tiny clothes,
A pirate hat, perhaps a rose,
At night you’d guard my bed with pride,
A snoring knight I keep beside.

If you was plush and stitched with thread,
I’d pat your ears, then rest my head,
No honey jars, no wild despair,
Just purrs of love, my teddy bear.

But since you’re not of cotton, fluff,
You’re real—and that’s much better stuff,
So cuddle close, don’t move, don’t flee,
My teddy bear is truly thee. 🧸💖
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