He bought her body and got her soul for free. She was his. For as long as he wanted her.

He who pays you, owns you.
In the dark, he turns to her and she doesn't deny him. She has never denied him. Headaches aren't a part of her job description.

If you looked into her eyes, you'd only see yourself. The dead stare of one who'd seen most of what life had to offer and was uninterested in the rest. And if she'd ever dreamed, she'd long ago tucked her dreams safely away where life couldn't touch them.

Her worth calculated by the value of the latest Louis Vuitton bag. There is no such thing as a priceless life.

Sated he sleeps, unaware of the bleeding heart beside him. A little girl's silent tears for the woman she'd become.

Hearts that are not free to live,
are not free to give.
For the chains that keep them locked away.
Turn hardened, cold, uncaring inside everyday.
For what their owner wanted so much to always be.
A lover for them to have and hold, and always to see.
Loses every small part of any real love, called,"WE".

Very true passions Queen,,,

Always a pleasure to read your comments.
Thank you.

Sorry, double post!!