Poetic Indiscretions

I let it slide… I let it slide

Along with my pride

It was my joy

A perfect decoy

But I let it slide… Along with my pride

My brain is fused

Nothing left to muse

It offered me sanctuary

An individually perfect cup of tea

But I let it slide…And tried to hide

They told me it had touched

Their hearts, before, barren as such

So I continued my play

Till it stopped flowing the other day

So it’s only clear I let it slide….. My only charming stride

Now it seems to peak slowly

Beneath my veil of uncertainty

Is it here to stay?

Or is it another well devised game play?

The question is…

Should I, again, let it slide? Or hold on to it with all my might?