Alas
Alas, I fell for your words
For your tongue, for your verse
How it hurts
How it hurts that I fell for your words
Ambiguous
Easily versed
Mysterious
Can’t get much worse
Don’t ever start with ‘alas’
It’s crass
Alas, its passed
I'm done.
At last.
poem by Peggy Pollock
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