Illegal Love Of 1947 – Poem by the Pesky Poet

I sit in my cell,
Thinking about my sin,
Wondering what I have done,
Thinking about him,
I sit on my own.
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I stand by the window,
Thinking what is love really,
Wondering what could have been done,
Thinking what is reality,
I stand by myself.
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I love a man,
Thinking what is wrong,
Wondering what society has done,
Thinking why love is wrong,
I love on my own.

©The Pesky Poet

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