Passion burned inside her
Bars trapped her on the outside of her
The bars kept her from what her passion yearned for
Tears filled her eyes
Droplets fell with violence
She hated it
She hated her life
She hated herself
She wanted to love and be loved
But through the bars the love was hard to slip through
She only occasionally got escape get to experience a joy more amazing then anything anyone could
Only to have it ripped away and to be caged again
She was a prisoner in her own home
A prisoner in her own way
She wanted nothing more than to be free to love
To be free to be loved
YOU ARE READING
poetry she wrote
PoesiaI'm emotional and dramatic what a perfect recipe for poetry I suppose. so here I shall right about pain, happiness, and love. I expect no one to pay attention or omage. yet if you do I'll honestly be a little greatful. I won't lie I like to be notic...
