Of Crimes and Rhymes...

I cut my tongue

On a sheet of confessions,

Is it wrong,

To love in sessions?

I swear, I tried to speak,

make sure

you heard me…

 

…I just love the silence more.

 

The quiet outside,

The music within,

I could not break it,

It would be a sin.

 

And I would tell another thousand lies,

If it were to veil my cries.

No need to stain your smiling face

With anything other

 than grace.

 

At the concert of poetry

You picked me from the squirming crowd,

To come on stage and watch you play

Your verbal symphonies

Up close.

 

Now I am finding myself

Desperate to remember our first…

…rhyme.

I cannot let go,

Forever it will feel like a crime.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

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I have no words......my voice is in my awe!!!!!!! Well done!

[Everett DeValle]

Beautifully done...well executed rhyme...your stanza was consistent throughout with a wonderful ending...gosh, I need to write some metered lines. :)

[Antonio Valentino]

The first rhyme that we ever shared
was knowing then, we’d always care

And even though we’ll never meet
our hearts will always share a beat

A couple that can only touch
in gesture, like a mime

Handed down a sentence
to be held for all of time

((You))

[timthy]

Omg that is incredible!! I love the first two lines...keep up the good work