PrisonedLove, LovePrisoner

Imprisoned Love,

I’m in prison Love,

but she says,

Love, is prison

What’s the value of a man in prison?

What’s the value of loving a man inside a prison?

Does it also make you inside of a prison?

Isn’t love a set of confines,

with whom you confide?

What if the love you confide,

is inside confines,

unless love is blind,

then are you not confined in it?

All this judgement about where I’m at,

but indeed,

in its own way,

Love, is prison.

The difference is,

I want to be free,

but do you?