Wordplay

ehhhhhh, not the greatest

Write the night away

Was what they’d always say,

 

When their curses

Turned to my wordplay,

 

When their decay

Turned to what I found

 

What I found to say

And how I found—

 

And they were why,

 

Why I chose to write the night away—

 

Perchance I’d cry,

Writing the night away,

 

But never I’d lie,

And always I’d smile,

 

Knowing I’d beaten their day:

Knowing I’d never face decay.