A prison on its own
It won't heed my advice
My wanning heart
Betraying me
When I least suspect.
Used, battered and dumped,
My heart,
Another world,
A prison of its own.
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PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
