Guilty as Charged

I confess I’m guilty of the crime
I thrive on sinful sounds of rhyme
a small transgression, in my eyes
for which I don’t apologize.
It’s not an effort on my part
but the natural rhythm of my heart
those fleeting thoughts that come and go
captured, they combine and flow.
The rhyme is what entices me
From perfect prose to poetry.

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