Diary Of A Divorcee Poem by Kenneth Umunna

And the words keep ringing in my head
She says she cannot take it anymore
She says she is losing her head
I feel I am the worst of all
We had thought of going from black to grey
But for our guitar strings cut in two

She wants the lines signed again
I think of smiles at the first sign
And hate to have it signed with hate
I feel I am the worst of all
We had thought the merger was till death
But for our guitar strings cut in two