The crimes
The crimes you commit,
follow you to the day you die.
Crimes of love.
Crimes of the heart.
Hearts you have broken.
Hearts you have neglected,
rejected, infected, deflected, dissected.
Torn, ragged, jagged, depleted,
shattered, scattered, scarred hearts.
Hearts bleeding, receding.
Lies told.
Promises unkept.
Vows forgotten. Tears unwept.
Vowels and consonants gather.
Words like honey, now turn acrid,
Bitter and sour, as they pass the lips.
Hearts seared by verbs and nouns.
Splintered by shards of verbal sounds.
Love turned away,
spurned, burned, returned.
A barren heart naked and bared.
Love unleft and uncared.
Love lost, lonely, lonesome, alone.
Love unwanted, unsought, unshown.
Love shrunken, unknown.
Heart frozen, iced and silenced.
The crimes you commit,
follow you from the day you love.
© 2013 ajwrites57
A Long
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