Beauty’s a prison when love is gone
No matter which way you turn
Forget the freedom you once won
The window landscape’s no more fun
The TV still goes on to burn
Beauty’s a prison when love is gone
Time for bitter tears to run
You chill a glass of bitter spurn
Forget the freedom you once won
The sights have faded, the day is done
You go to bed to toss and turn
Beauty is a prison when love is gone
Beauty is a prison when love is gone
Forget the freedom you once won
'Beauty is a prison when love is gone' said the truth...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.