Farewell to Libby

Another bad choice
It’s not about luck
I’ve got to stop putting
Myself in this muck

I fell for her comfort
Her warmth and her wit
I should have known better
I feel such a twit

I opened myself up
I know that I shouldn’t
If I wasn’t a softie
I probably wouldn’t

I gave her my number
I don’t know for what
For if she does call
I’ll be put on the spot

I’m not just a fall back
I’ve a life of my own
I’m just sick of the emptiness
And the long times alone

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