you said it
once
some marriages
are not borne
from love
people just get married
and love was not there
or love was there
but it was gone
some want to get away from
it, others stay, because there is
no other way anyway
no exit, just the entrance
which was closed too
so what you see is a closed door
and a closed window
and there you are, alone with you
two,
you do not even want to talk about it.
you do not question it anymore,
until love came, outside the house
of marriage,
until you question everything,
simply because you are unhappy.
you did not invent love.
it passes by, takes a look at you,
and before you knew it
it is inside this house.
ah, prisoner, are you still unhappy now?
love dances with you in the mind.
the heart is the home, as always.
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