The diamond bear.

He held a secret,
Most unpleasant.
And by the moon,
Not full, but crescent,
They left the shop,
They fled with ease!
He climbed the hills,
He sailed the seas.

The sirens sounded,
Something's wrong?
The bank was burgled.
The treasure was gone.

But he was safe.
Got clean away!
They made it out,
By light of day.

But then- disaster!
One grasped a knife,
They stabbed his heart,
And took his life.

They took his secret,
Most unpleasant.
And just at dawn,
Way past the crescant,
He mourned, and thought:
"The deed is done.
And I was never loved,
By anyone."

(c) Charlotte Pedley.

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Oct 31st 2009

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This is a fully illustrated book that I wrote and Am planning to get published.

The storyline:

3 Men stole priceless diamonds from a bank and stored them in a teddy bear. They stitched a heart over the spot on his chest so they'd know where to get it.
Then they fled their hiding spot and skipped country, subtly.
The bank noticed the missing gems and sounded the alarms, but by then the theives were long gone.
All of this time the Teddy bear had a small essence of conscience, and he believed that the theives loved him and he loved them, they were his guardians and they protected him. He felt in his place, happy as.
But then, To his horror, one of the men visciously cuts open the bear to retrive the prize, and then they throw him on the floor to die and leave.
Then, he realises, they used him, and he will never have a home. Never be protected with purpose.

Never be loved.

I wrote all of this and take all credit, Do not steal or use without my permish.