It’s like she saw my MASTERPIECE.
STOLE a glance at it.
Made a FRAME for it.
And now as I take my STAND.
She knows the VERDICT lies in her PILFERING eyes.
They took a small pART of me that had the most of me.
GUILTY by PAINT.
Her face is still red from her first CRIME.
She mistook my words for a BRUSH and BLUSHED for a better portrait.
My PALETTE was late and now here I stand charged with CONTEMPT of COURTSHIP.
I rushed my CASE and now I’ve been served with her CORPORAL punishment.
No I did not ESCAPE.
Despite her COLLAGE I was never AT LARGE.
The hyperbole of the DEFENSE team.
Was way larger than the CARICATURE in my mind.
She wanted me to run because they gave me no BAIL.
And my DOODLE towards her CHAMBERS was a CAPITAL OFFENSE.
So I let my heART be the COLLATERAL.
I will SERVE LIFE as my SENTENCE.
Carve this into my JAIL walls.
The MOSAIC will come into view at the end of this SENTENCE.