If loving you was a crime,
and heartbreak is my sentence,
then wouldn’t kissing you
be a crime of passion?
After all those hours
we spent between the sheets,
led to believe we won’t be caught,
knowing our time together was finite,
night arrived too soon,
my heart flaming like a bonfire,
the walls I created for myself,
an inescapable prison,
condemned for a lifetime.
Artwork by – @flowsofly (instagram)