Prisoner of a Broken Heart

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I asked for my freedom and
you gave it.
I forced myself out
into the open and
walked away.
I felt happy and carefree.
That was what I thought.

I moved out
from your prison heart.
But I am still in chains.
Tangled in the bitterness
of broken vows and
shattered memories.

I am running around
this dark dungeon
of the past.
The shadows of regrets
grab me back
where we used to be.

I am following a light
but it's fancy
it flickered and faded
when I am about to reach for it.

I am following a path
farther from you.
But it leads me to nowhere
'til I feel like running back to you
but I can't.

I am hearing voices.
They all sing
of my failures and mistakes.
They whisper to me
my old promises that are all broken.

I am a dead meat.
The freedom I wished for
makes me
a slave of the past,
a loser of today and
a hopeless dreamer of tomorrow.

The shadows
of broken vows and
wasted dreams,
the bitter-sweet memories
of our togetherness
make me
a prisoner
of a broken heart.
  

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  1. Originally February 8, 2013.
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