Prisoner of Love


I'm a prisoner, one of love. Women an men both abuse love. I give my love out freely an

passionatly. My heart lays crumpled on the floor, weeping blood. It's on the floor because

I am looking for another lover. Another abuser to grasp at my heart an shake away my tears;

another one to take advantage of my sorrow, an hunger for more. I'm not allowed to escape

this pain, not unless the one who has picked me up, drops me down onto the street, 

leaving my heart an I once again broken an bloody. I'll get back on my feet an walk away

from my heart, leaving it to belong in the clutches of another false lover. Leaving my heart 

brusied, and abused, and badly battered. Waiting for strong arms an caressing hands 

to comfort my heart and I. I am the best an worst prisoner to be. A prisoner of Love. 

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