Morning Warmup

On that day we found a squandered fate in loving... as it failed our inspiration towards the truth that our worlds need. But who am i? to speak of squandered fates of love... which pales in situations where we find our total evocation. I am but one who once did draw forth allure from you but in time the instigation of lust leaves all consumed in illusions... And now you shall lie with another caught up in a selfish pinned staunch agony. with words now you roll with the tangents, speaking devotion in sanctimony.