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the rain on the rooftops pitter-patter,



so unlike the rushing and gushing of life blood in my heart.



the gentle breeze is nothing like,



the scream of agony and pleasure I wish to sound.



it feels like there's this wild animal inside me,



that claws through my calm sensible mind to get out.



this overwhelming tiger is trying to kill me,



a daddy's girl.



I am his little princess,



he doesn't want to grow up.



such an un~childlike guesture would let him know how I felt,



and more than likely bring him into despair.



so,



i continue to be,



his little princess.







but every once in a while,



that tiger gets out a little bit.



"meow."