Sinful Pleasures Poem by Chelsea Crisman

His smile was a sin.
I saw it once, and then saw it again.
His eyes were brown, flecked with green.
They would stare for hours, laughing at me.
Hello was all it took.
I was done for with one look.
We whispered secrets in the night.
That's when I decided to continue my fight.
With a voice of delicious harmony,
It didn't take much for him to capture me.
Alas, I felt like a bird in a cage.
Through my veins, the need to be free raged.
My feet began to carry me away,
All the while he was silently asking me to stay.
His laugh filled my ears as his hand covered mine.
I fooled myself, believing things would be fine.
Goodbye came too quickly for me to understand.
How could I have loved a boy instead of a man?
A heart ripped to shreds,
I wished myself invisible, if not dead.
Tired of existing and a heart of broken stone,
I felt myself become brittle and I feared I'd always be alone.
His smile was a sin.
It's the same now as it was then.
His eyes still laugh as if they know something I don't.
Everyone tells me to walk away, but I know I won't.
Because from his lips comes the most beautiful song.
And I can't help but sing along.