Teddy Bear

Meet you after school in your car,

we can drive out to the park.

Hope my mom doesn't call,

get me home before dark.

No one has to know,

keep my lips on the low,

I'll tell my friends that you're cool,

you smirk with your bros.

When I get mad,

you just laugh,

call me "teddy bear"

and hit the gas.

When you get mad,

you grip onto my hand,

and I may get scared,

but you have it all planned.

Β 

Yeah, I guess I'm your teddy bear,

here when you need a pair,

then ignored the next day,

but I'll act like I don't care.

Β 

Β 

-Benz

This poem is about: 
Me

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