You never even let me in,
You showed me your soul through the open door,
Then you closed it and asked me to wait outside.

So I waited,
Peering through the steamed windows to where you sat,
With your soul safely curled up on your lap purring loudly.

But it was winter,
And stood there with my heart bared I began to freeze,
Not even a security blanket did you pass my way.

Its Spring time now,
And as my heart begins to thaw I think of you,
Held prisoner by your soul, your jailer in the dark.

And when summer comes,
Its me who'll run free through the amber sun,
Sharing out my soul with the butterflies that land there.