Locked up inside like a bird in cage
Loving you was my crime
At first it was a gauge
Conscious rewinds the wounds from time to time
In chains I was restricted
Judging by emotions I was guilty
In your heart I was convicted
This feeling made my mode faulty
For the pains and vices she offered
She played a part of ojorocracy In hostage I suffered
Through discourse was conspiracy
Though my offence was without logic
She utterred venom
Truely her love was toxic
Folly I was the victim
But she glared without remorse
Nor regrets to her devious acts
Though I have nothing to reimburse
Only could it be facts
A convict, yet it was consensual.
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