Unraveled Seams of Frayed Dreams

With blade sharp tongue his words stung with the pain felt when funeral hymns are sung. In a mournful voice, off key of course, as was his choice in the way he spoke to me. I was blind not to foresee the dagger that soon would be plunged deep into my pulsing heart. His committed sin could not be expunged, for rivers of blood drained from my eyes. There was no fairytale disguise to silence my sighs or hide my fears. Tears were what I used as thread to try stitching closed the unraveled seams of what was the tattered floss of frayed dreams. There was no bewitching magic elixir potent enough to be a fixer that could mend the once upon a time love story of he and I. ~ The End *old pains have healed from apologies made and accepted. Perhaps his sin has been expunged by the hand of our judge.