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.   

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