Allie's Journal of Art

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Poem: Just bein whimsicle

just wrote this spur of the moment. cant draw, cant paint, might as well write. this is a bit of shit, but ill post more when i get back into it.

when no words can offer comfort
or hands dry fallen tears
when no one seems to listen
to your undying fears
when friends seem far and distant
and you don't know what to do
reach out, embrace me tightly
for big girls need teddies too

ive got my body pillow to hold, but you get my point.

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