Little lion.

You roared at me.

And it was the worst sound I've ever had.

Ever in my 2years of giving.and giving.and giving.

You roared at me.

Your feeder.


Little lion.

You came to me.

As timid as a little, wet kitten.

Asking for.

Forgiveness.



Oh tell me oh wretched heart!
How could I look at you.
And be sure of.
The nails under your palm.
Would NEVER claw my feelings?
And would i have the power.
to turn the cruel words.
Into a magical love song?