Broken
Come, let’s write our chronicles
on the leaves of our minds
you in black, I in white ink.
Tales of how our hearts got
B R O K E N.
Come, let me hear the lyrics
of the dirge you warbled for love
-while the dwindling flare of hope died and
your life began through the ashes of sham-
Come, let me tell you of my yarn
how I swayed to the rhythm of deceit
and walked the aisle of betrayal like
a new bridal fool relishing the warmth of a lie.
DABAR
Copyright © Samuel Ogunkoya | Year Posted 2016
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