
Now telling you the truth
Wishing I was a liar
It was easier in my youth
When your love was like fire.
Embers that should not flame
The start of disassemble
Myself should take the blame
Your touch such preamble.
I should have stayed a nomad
Never stopping at your vision
My heart so suddenly unclad
Now regrets a bad decision.
Love is fickle, never lasts.
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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/04/11/weekend-writing-prompt-152-nomad/
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Beautiful poem
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