Love and words

Free from love,
A victory that may never be truly celebrated.
I either accept defeat and celebrate in words,
or be a prisoner in silence.
If I accept defeat then I’m not truly in love.

Caged in This world,
Alive in thoughts but dead to words.
We don’t speak if we are truly hurt,
and If I don’t speak then every other feeling may hurt.

A hurtful journey,
Imprisoned with my celebration song .
I’m a prisoner to my wants so I ought not to flee.
But if love won’t set me free then I’m I really loved?

The endless joke,
Freedom lies in the hands of the prisoner.
it’s truly a pain to love, and to be a prisoner of love.
Because If I’m loving with my heart,
Then you may never know from the start.
Oh! Such a Facade of beauty.