His love encaged me,
I became the desperate bird caught in the cage of toxic love and evilful desires.
I kept on waiting for him to let me go.
I cried
I begged
please set me free!
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The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
Set me free!
His love encaged me,
I became the desperate bird caught in the cage of toxic love and evilful desires.
I kept on waiting for him to let me go.
I cried
I begged
please set me free!
