Verso was his name. He was a whiff of smoke and a glazed smile. He was a gentleman in his own way. Almost a classic, classic. He was a heated touch and a sad stare. He was a broken nose that foreshadowed broken dreams. He was mine. If I could even call him mine. Verso was his name and he showed me broken dreams Promised broken promises and kissed broken kisses. Verso was his nameAll Rights Reserved