Imprisoned

by The Queen of Spades   Oct 20, 2006


Can you tell
How her soul breaks
Every time
She sees his face

It's like a knife
Into her heart
Ripping, twisting
Tearing her apart

The way her tears
Down her cheek fall
Becoming solid
Forming a wall

A prison that blocks her
Keeps her lone
Away from pain
Too well she's known

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