Oh, I am so much more
Than afraid
Where I have openly laid
My heart bare

Held captive
At bay
While ruing the day
That pride dies as a fitting fare

As honest humility
Gentle and kind
Takes my hand held in comfort, only to find
To swallow the pill of bitter regret

A lost hope
In the spaces
Of time more than wasted
Yet- hold thought as not to forget

Perhaps
Not to late
If I now cogitate
On wishing the Devil away

Ah yes
That’s the ticket
To consciously pick it
That fantasy holds it at bay

The truth is
Of course
There is always remorse
If it’s the wrong one you take to the dance

Thereby
Choosing the guy
Over chocolate cream pie
Could be worse than the rear end expanse