little plush tiger sitting in a lonely corner staring at the pitch black wall pondering on if this tiger could have a heart and live a life... instead of sitting in this cold corner yet this tiger is sewed up with thread and her heart is just made of stuffing but her mind keeps wondering back to the same thing i want to be a real tiger..... i want to experience what life has to bring....... to find true love and to be loved herself yet to many confusing situations keep popping up and to much thinking of how the outcome will be then again good things swirl in her head, feeling the grass on her soft fur feeling the warm breeze brushing about her and to hear all the wonderful things going on in life yet here she is, stuck in this corner to be a plush forever and the feeling sinks in that she will never be anything else but a plush for a girl to love
