PRISON LETTERS

It hurts to know 
that you don’t want to know me 
anymore.

So I write and I
write, but my rhymes are always
ignored. 
 

Your eyes are the
prison that my mind’s confined
inside. 

The key was lost
on the day my pride led to
our divide.   

Written by Jungle.
(C) 2022, all rights reserved.

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