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The feel of the wall surrounds it
gravel, stone, cement.
The bars circumference it anew
gravel, stone, cement.

what once was soft, plush and white
is now metal, harsh and grey.
was it so wrong to catch a bird,
when I knew it would simply stray?
to tame a lion is a fools task
the same as caging a tiger
yet I keep trying to catch her mask
to lift the veil she shows the world
yet my heart is lynched up the mast.

Yet I will always long for the feel
gravel, stone, cement.
the feel of her against me tonight
gravel, stone, cement.
the little girl awaits the tiger all alone
waiting the tiger to come back home
wanting to catch her for her own.

I refuse to give up because I am afraid of the outcome
I refuse to give up because no one believes we will last