The Lion Lies
Begging with your strong fingertips
You grasped into my vacant soul
For dear life
Your eyes screamed for my body
A stare so heavily
It burnt the clothes off my body
Reckless, you left my heart
My feelings, smelt out of fear
Like a lion feasts on its prey
Your innocent taste
Fools the mind
Not once,
Not twice,
But three times
You heard my vulnerability
As an alarm
Trapped in a cage,
You locked me in
And ran away free
Injured just in time,
You abandoned me
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