The End

by Kathleen   Jan 31, 2007


Being with you was like,
Being in a maximum security prison.
Never was I allowed to,
Eat, sleep, or drink without you knowing.
I am sick of being cooped up,
With someone I don't love anymore.
Never again will you,
Have that kind of control over me.
I am through dealing with you.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments