Behind These Bars And These Shackles Around My Wrists

These shackles around my wrists are so tight O so very tight, i swear I'm bleeding through my wrists!These people call me a friend, I ask why? is it because the tattoo ink O so very deep under my sin?or is it cause we have both made the same crime?I scream loud and clear that were nothing alike!

These bars they call my home? So cold and alone! I will never call this my home, this bed in witch i lay my head to rest and slumber of nightmares is so hard and cold!

As i sit on this bed with paper and pen i write you a poem and let my soul bleed with in it! saying how sorry i am and how much i love you and how i can only wait to see your smile again, to once again feel your arms around me, I ask for you to be my guiding light to show me the way back to you.

As i look out this window of freedom i stare into the night and look as the moons dancing with the sky and the stares there light, only wishing your staring up to, I can still hear your words" ill wait forever if i have to"

I see a drip drip on the paper only to see i shed tears from my eyes, if only a few weeks I'm gone i didnt care i miss my one my only! Your the only thing that keeps me going on in this life!

And to finally say i love you.