Time spent with no avail
Words wasted on that with no bearing
Yet intrigued you seemed as your lines set sail
Maybe it was just the clothes she was wearing

You could have been doing something of importance
Like finding yourself or writing a new poem
But with this devil you chose to dance
And now you wish you didn’t dance with them

No regrets for those words wasted
Now you’ve learned what not to do
So next time you can avoid what you chased
And focus on someone else now, but who?



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