Shades of sad & woe

Broken boats 

Never float 

With hulls that sip the sea.

Shattered panes, 

’gainst empty frames;

Windows ne’er to be.

Outside in; 

Inside out,

The same on either side.

Equal parts, 

Hollowed hearts, 

Punctured by their pride. 

Do lovers lose 

Their mystic muse 

To concrete butterflies?

Or do they choose

To pay their dues

With artificial lies? 

“It’s her!” “It’s him!” 

(Chagrined by whim.)

It’s always someone else.

Who planted strife 

Inside our life; 

Desensitizing “self.” 

Broken boats 

Never float 

With hulls that swig the sea. 

Shattered panes, 

’gainst empty frames; 

No more you—and me.