Buttons out of Her Eyes ~By CordieB.
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She often felt like a soft cuddly teddy bear;
Whose affection was always at his avail;
Yet tossed to the side when the need was not there;
Into the future she stared, hoping love would prevail.
But the prospect of new toys always gave him a thrill;
So love was neglected from obscurities;
Thus she often lay alone in a corner awaiting his will;
During his unstable moments of false insecurities.
The teddy bear had been used for comfort so long;
Her fur became matted; her filling almost gone;
But through self love and God’s grace she reversed her early demise;
By refusing to allow buttons to be made from her eyes.
~By CordieB – dedicated to all the teddybears out there. Don’t allow anyone to make buttons out of your eyes . . . You’ll need your vision to see reality!
This one was inspired by Paisley and poefusions tuesday title prompt , which was a line from one of Gregory Corso’s poem, The Mad Yak- “They want to make buttons out of my bones”
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