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The Crime of Love

A short poem for "From Across the Room" Challenge

By Ryan SmithPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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The Crime of Love
Photo by Elliott Blair on Unsplash

I’d been in love before, the scars to prove it.

She found fresh flesh, thrilling my blood.

I ran into the electric night. It was cold

and a man told a dream from the night before.

Patted myself for wounds where her words

or her charms could poison my blood.

Your heart is your home, a fool once told me

yet I guarded it, a cage gilded with rust

not gold. Decay and not decadence.

A pauper’s heart, yearning to be King.

Angel. Siren. Tempest.

Goddess. Idol. Harbour.

A chaos of words spilling out

better into the gutter than her ears.

The crime of love, an ungodly sentence.

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About the Creator

Ryan Smith

I'm a good dad, a decent writer, and a terrible singer.

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