They lived as married
For so many years.
Now she lives in a bucket
filled with her own tears.
She gave him everything
That she had to give
Then she took his life
so that she could live.
Now she spends all her time.
In a five by seven cell.
Still, it's better than a love
That was a living hell.
Though her tears flow free,
She has no regrets.
She contemplates her fate,
But she never forgets.
And she does her time
Without a wail or a moan
because she knows a prison
has always been her home
And no matter how deep
her bucket may be,
Sometimes being locked up
is the only way to be free.
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