His heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high.
Brick and cement caked together, reaching to the sky.
Everyday he walked along the lonely willow path,
thinking it was beat to stay where peacefully he'd cry.
The brick walls watching everyday could see what he denied.
Our prince didn't want this cage, but to himself he'd lie:
"a human needn't see the world when everything will crash;
it's better to stay safe behind these walls so very high."
10-06-17
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Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]
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