Acquiesce
You placed my heart upon a shelf
Thinking of no one but yourself
Now you’re begging me to come back
But when alone, I stay on track
I’m sure that if I “acquiesce”
To your unexpected request
I’ll end up on that shelf again
Growing intolerance for men
So, my ex, I must say farewell
On pain you caused I will not dwell
If I gave in, returned to you
I’d surely wish I’d bade adieu
Another gal will come your way
If you acquiesce, she might stay
*For the "Love of Language" contest
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