My Dead Lover
So compared to prison break
and freedom attained otherwise
regardless of its narrow ways
walls remain absent.
so compared to wonderful paintings
the beautiful face of my lover portrayed with passion
and my mind submitting to appreciations.
did i suffer for none or my feelings were
betrayed by a lover instead?
gone,all done, suicide claimed when it came
to my lover's head now she remains
in my head a lover but dead
so i submit to this pain.
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