Broken Humor Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

There is a crime my heart commits,
It beats a little faster,
Every time you come nearer.

There is a crime my eyes commit,
Is that it tears,
Knowing it lost you and still cares.

There is crime these hands commit,
It is writing poetry of you,
Knowing all of it is true.

There is a crime these ears commit,
It is hearing the sound of your voice,
As if there isn't a choice.

There is a crime my tongue commit,
It is drinking coffee,
While thinking how much you prefer tea.

These are all little crimes I commit.
Somehow they all sensibly fit.