Alive in her heart, in a pinkish fairytale mansion and have been there since her infancy: replacing the blue days when left alone, to cuddle in darkness. Dear to her even till youth: Above me is her begetter and a four-cornered plafond. There lies that deepest desires I can't give. but a comfort to bear. Approaching every now and then as either a weary and disoriented pup Nor as determined and stout hearted lion. Below me is a pack of secrets, sworn to keep and as deep as bottomless pit.
Full of days light and dark, with wishes and memories igniting an everlasting flame. In me, is flammable; soft and as white as snow. As I rest on the soft box made of wood, Reminiscing and meditating on my existence and sometimes darkness, but knowing what a lamb I was I could only give but imaginations. Sometimes I wonder what a wild and fierce creature like me could be used for a bunny.. With my fur to bottle up teary emotions. Soon I was enclosed in darkness and sent away to what seemed like a journey of no return, But not giving up yet;
I opened my eyes to behold her glorious face. Here she is, long in tooth, shining and dazzling in my very eyes. I've seen her again: now I can be lost in peace. Perish with the secret of my perfect companion. But one glance from her brought forth life that took away those yelling noises, which scares like death from the stormy and lonely nights with fear of being shattered in pieces, thinking would take away those secrets left dear in my bubbly heart all years long.
