Just This Once
Just this once, oh, please! For me?
I promise you it shall be my last
One more won't hurt, I swear you'll see
I think it not too much to ask?
Your doubtful gaze; you disbelieve
That I could ever truly change
My wicked ways, so long aggrieved
You've left me now, our love estranged
And I have but myself to blame-
When I am burned by dying flames
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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