Guilty?

I considered my innocence a blessing

A beautiful blessing.

A white dove.

I carried it everywhere,

Never letting go,

Holding on even tighter when I felt it could be stolen

But he

He was amazing

He was different

I wanted to show my appreciation

I wanted to present him with something

But

I had nothing to offer

Nothing but my white dove

I felt he deserved it

I gave it to him

And it Scarred me forever

But it was OK

Because it was for him

Days,

Weeks,

Months,

I never thought I would regret it

One statement said

Everything changed

Day turned to night

White turned black

The living died

My dove died

He killed it

And blamed me

He said

"Had you not said what you said,

Things wouldn't be this way."

I spoke my mind

Said how I felt

For I never hold back

And for that

My dove died

Why?

I said I felt i was doing wrong to others

But it wasn't intentionally

And he took it as though I said

I was doing wrong on purpose

Your Honor I do not understand

The first allows me freedom of speech

I swear on the Bible

To testify the truth

And nothing but the truth

And that's all I've given you

I did not kill my dove.

I loved my dove

It was precious

I gave it to another who I knew very well would care for it as much as I would

And now my dove is dead

Does that make me guilty?