One too many times I have been hurt,
To believe in the myth of an innocent flirt.
These crafty wordsmiths with their playful banter,
Will soon have you swooning over your most recent enchanter.
Then soon you will find they are playing some angle,
In which your feelings are hopelessly entangled.
Too late you realize that your vision was blurred
By the persuasion of those seemingly innocent words.
And now you are stuck in this agonizing game,
With nothing, but your ignorance, left to blame.
And as that malevolent flirt leaves and forgets
You, an innocent victim, drowns in regret.
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