new vs old

this is the first poem I wrote from my feelings, and my most recent, on the same topic. they are about a stuffed animal. can you see the improvement? I can. the first one is more recnt, the one below it is older.

Glossy eyes

Threadbare ears

Whimpering cries

Unshed tears

The last of my allies

You take my fears

You empathize

It  could be a year

It could be an instant

I hold you dear

The tears are persistent

Every fear 

You have always listened

Fur matted with tears, new and old

And with secrets that reside

For it is you who I lean on

 you who I hold

For when my best friend died

You have always been there

And together we grow old

With or without her

You will always be my friend

Even when she left this world

You are who I hold

Your glossy eyes stare at me

So I turn your head away

I have not held you,

Hugged you,

Or kissed you in so long

Because I have been feeling strong

But when my world started to crumble

You are who I went to cuddle

Because you were always there

And always will be my friend