‘’Decay’’ prompt
Loves decay
I learnt how to hold a hand in love in my style,
From my eldest and youngest and dearest in my while,.
I learnt how to share it with my number 1 in my life's twirl,.
I'm left in the dreamworld of what was from the outstretched action of my arms curl,
I realize too late that is the casualty of ones disarmed charm,
I am now not a victim of loves unlucky harm,
But I am wiser to the gifts of loves false karm,
Years of realisement the fact of wisdoms false endless rearm,
Learning, learning, and learning once more,
Never was discerning of what was in store,
This joy that was in my life once in store,
And yet time stands for mine as I see it's no more,
Not nearly worthy is one such as me.
This joy in one's life my dreams never be.
Blindness, blindness, blindness is me,
Cause it's with blindness that I do now so much see.
@picklemafia
