She has been grasping onto the vines that held her life
The vines that tickle her stomach
And release the butterflies hidden behind these vines
Deep within a cave
A cave of wonder
Where he lies
With her heart wrapped around his finger
Like a game
With no winners
Only losers
Losers who lost everything
But the tears that remain as scars on her cheeks
With her bird free from her cage
Twirling around his head
Having both him and her disconcerted and perplexed
Not knowing what acrimony feels like
Trying to cloak the feeling with guilt
Guilty of the bird he'd stolen
While she despaired of ever seeing her bird soar high again
Giving her the feeling of freedom
A feeling she has never experienced before
Yet, the butterflies never left the cave unless he stroked her hairy heart
Having the butterflies send the messages of misery.
