Imprisoned Heart
Music is my source of escape,
For when the night pours its sadness on me.
My heart resides in that place,
For when my thoughts starts bullying me.
Lent everyone my ear but never my secrets
When the world isn't here, there's no one to see it.
They think they know me but they are gullible,
To be deceived but I'm often quiet.
I'm stingy with my heart, she's in captivity,
At the watching hour, I gaze regrettably.
She wants to love but is unvalued,
For this cruel world, ingratiates to her.
Scheming of ways to keep her here,
Because I've learnt that no one really cares.
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