When love became, binding, making you feel tied up and couldn’t move, and, no matter how hard you’d, wiggled or jiggled, to break free, you’re, tied UP and bound by it!
When love became a jail, the bars of love became, made of the hardest of all metals (whatever THAT material may be???), there’s, NO way you’ll ever break out from it, not even with those flame-throwing, TORCH blowers.
When love became a jail, the prisoner is EQUALLY to blame as the one who’s keeping her/him locked up, because it was, with your consent, that the other person was able to, lock you up, it took TWO, to do that tango, remember???
When love became a jail, there’s, one of two choices you can have: do I, A), break out at all cause, even risking the loss of my own life?, or B), stay locked up, until s/he gets tired of me, and then, takes me to the dumpsters!
When love became a jail? Love’s ALWAYS been a PRISON cell, it’s just, that ALL of love’s captives (all of you who are looking for, had fallen in love???) don’t realize it, and are happy, being locked up, with love, guarding these GATES, well, NOT me, I will NEVER be, serving ANY time in this jail called love here…