Maybe, I’m wrong about this and you...
I’ve made some silly, simple mistakes about you dear, but worry no more I won't be near
So the mistakes I made to you will not be repeated. Thus, just forget me, erase me, leave me, bunk me, spank me, shame me, but dear don’t get hurt, don’t get cut, don’t start to cry, don’t lie, don’t die
I know you loved me at one point of our friendship. Yeah, dear, I did shit too. I know about the unbearable anger you got for me, bleak it at me. An inferno tower, burning me to ashes. Now I’m ashen and I calling out a hymn so holy it’ll be a devil to devils and angels watching the acts of the hymn. A wrath, so maniac, a maniac will run away hymning “Hymn”
I made a mistake like a witty old sucker, I feel guilty, I feel hangdog, I’d still depraved; when I think of April 9
I used to masturbate every time I thought about you, now I only care about you. Then, I imagined an Inita with big boobs, fat ass, and can twerk; exotic scenarios with you exotica, in the mind of mine; sexier then you’re, riding me. But kill it!
The gun is at the gunpoint, the knife is at its peak, while the anti-cutter is cutting your wrist. I don’t price you that time, cuz ‘what you have has no value...’ and I only valued you, when you’re out of my reach ‘...but value it when don’t have it’. Fuck weaponry and death, when you can have peace and life
Simple mistake, I mis-took the ball, and I blew it out. Rishad blew the next out. You came back to play with Misma and Tacita, but I can’t stay Tacit... uh! I snatched the ball and ‘Run!’ But now, acting was a killer cuz whatever happened is gone. All was done for
This was fucked, and you’re protection-less. You had a weak, plastic black’n’white stick we used to play hockey with and I had a brown, hard, wooden board. It was little but effective. Fucking things, big things are good, but this Lil shit beat the big stick
Happened next was tear gases and blockades. You want home and cried on the shoulders of your cock heads. Head or tails? I’ll anyway kick his fucking touching cocktails. Curiosity in sex is salty
You backed away from me, and I was a wimp to forward to you. You blocked me on Facebook, list me on hatesbook; probably write my name on deathnote; you didn’t let me say ‘sorry’. Fucking bitch, it was my fault. I was shy and I was short to say it face to face
That was a tornado warning, next day was the morning after. My world was torn in half
Mock papers came, motivated cane happy as always till you came and asked my friends their friends, but on my turns where am I? “No, I won’t ask you” What the fuck happened, everything’s askew
Mistakes written by pencils can be erased, but we started to write with pens that year. Erasing is no choice, tear the paper out. You fucking did that now. What are we now but a barren space land with no land? This fucking shit cause of simple mistakes