Monday, 23 May 2016

Broken Token

The strings that joined them
tore like they have before.
A mind never paid
left them the same way.

A miniature, a type
A copy of the real kind
It's just jewellery, but it's not
Even without touch or sight.

The other's stayed on your right wrist
whilst our initials tore.
I'm the villain and so sore
Cos before we began, it wasn't mended.

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