Accused not Guilty

Your Honor! You declare me,

A blunt seasoned liar,

So, accused found guilty,

To be hurt as long as he respires,

Charges accepted, liar I be,

Hang if you wish or defame me,

Call me whatsoever you wish,

Believe anything that you see,

Your Honor! But when you say,

My poor love is weak and fake,

I played and used. I say then,

I object! I object for heaven’s sake,

For heaven’s sake don’t doubt my love,

In return when nothing I ask,

My words may appear lies to you,

Even when I breathe my last.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten