My torn jailed heart
Behind iron bars
Is surrounded by walls.
Without bail or bond.
I'm too scared to abscond.
Forget a conjugal visit.
Who cares to pick the lock
Upon an imprisoned heart.
Doing hard time for no crimes,
And can't come close to reckless.
Its safe here and I don't fear
Falling short of needed rations.
Its not so bad doing Huber Law.
I have a few friends who visit.
My family they call me.
But sometimes when its dark
Well after my cell is locked.
I miss love and I want love.
Yet don't think I deserve it...
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Without Bail Or Bond
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3 comments:
I so loved this poem!
I so loved this poem!
I so loved this poem!
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