You are in a cage.
You are with her.
You own her.
She owns you.
But you are in a cage.
Both of you in cage.
You hug.
You kiss.
You can love.
You can touch the stars.
But you are in cage.
Both of you in a cage.
You have the key.
She has the key.
Life's adventures are on one hand.
Her slow death is on the other.
But you are in a cage.
Both of you in a cage.
A cage with her feels like heaven.
But a cage with her means you are dead.
Because the taste of freedom is what makes life.
And the taste of the tranquility buries you.
Author: Haithem Aouina
Email: haithamaouina@gmail.com