He’s a little weird.
He doesn’t act to my words but is always attentive to me.
Many times I don’t even care him but still, he will be the only one for me at the time of craving.
Either agony or euphoria it’s him whom I hug to sleep.
Those hands never wiped my tears,
Those lips never uttered a word,
Those legs never walked to me,
But still, that whole-body lives for me.
And that’s my Teddy!