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