Sep 2014
His heart is a prison cell
and I am a repeat offender.
He found me guilty of not being good enough
so he shackled me in with every embrace.
I'm hoping for 25 to life!
and I am a repeat offender.
He found me guilty of not being good enough
so he shackled me in with every embrace.
I'm hoping for 25 to life!
Inspired by sonnet 113 on Shmoop
