of a castle at times...
sand blasted..
soaked in heat of the oven..
ur words at times r a moat
yet a bridge inside ur soul..

(an u know what i could go on but for u tre..
the real beauty is ur cocoon..
the things that nurtures & nourishes u
surprise me..so fuck that butterfly..
i luv that caterpillar..u hear me sis..)