Today, people will gather,
to hear my story.
I know the courtroom
will be packed.
Journalists, will fight
to take the glory.
Psychologists say, something
inside me cracked.
Inside this cell, I had
enough time to think.
Surrounded by people,
who, like me, lost the way.
My future's unknown,
I'm standing on a brink.
Finally, I'll know, after
what happens today.
I'll stand up and tell them,
what they need to know.
Facing questions and giving
answers for continiuty.
A feedback of what happened,
time passes slow.
Lawyers, judges, deciding
if I'm innocent or guilty.
But, I loved my husband,
so I shot my lover.
I loved my husband, therefore,
there'll be no other.
Thanks, Stefanie! Please, this is purely fictional. Nobody got hurt during writing this... :)
Hmm, wow, very interesting. I love the twist at the end, I didn't expect it. Lovely writing, you have a real talent.
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes! Love triangle. Just try other angle beating fresh for you. Yes love him but God snatched and I love somebody, 'But, I loved my husband, so I shot my lover' I think nobody can snatch but Time is too less. It is deciding time.... Just decide it I say.. I will wait... Ha! ha! ha! :) :) :)