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I do apologise

This slap killed me

Thursday 30 October 2008, by Ghislain

Don’t let the grass grows under our feet before you bear the robe of willingness
That coldness is getting an old chestnut like
Come on girl ; let my facebook profile call in yours, just for a shy « Hello »
By gosh sweetty, give way to my Nokia to ring you for the slightest « wass up »

When I turned into a red rag to a bull to you ?
You think that I finally showed myself to you in my true color, don’t you ?
You surely got in your mind one « thanks God I dig that guy’s trick »
Your mind is so full of angryness about me that it’s almost abusing my soul

Why that shit happened to us, dear ?
I dig that I made a hole in the water by hurting you so badly
I know I must come down hearth, I must let you go. You deserve better
I’ve been throught so many rainy days since our quarrel ; after I slapped you so hard...
But I know that come rain or shine, I’ll never allow you to simply fade out from my life

What, by God, the fate wants from us ?
I made a scary awaken-dream, though I was bedded up when I hurt you
I remember our shiny days ; day in day out talking together just before this silence between us
It’s early days yet to know if that sharing will stay unique ; I still have to live my evil days without you.
I still have to try to put the clock back ; from when we were connected

Shall I insist and risk to piss you definitively off ?
Who could have think that I’d kept your face for so long in my mind ? You live and learn
I intended to live up to you so many time and I failed so sadly. I failed.
I made a dead set at you ; I ruined your happiness,d idn’t I ?
Come Hell or high water, I’m determined to make you accept my feelings.
Whatever happens, our friendship, our relation will turn back as fresh as a daisy

When would you be again aware to my efforts about us ?
I beg you to let yourself going haywire for once
Don’t let the grass grows under our feet before you bear the robe of willingness
That coldness is getting an old chestnut like
Come on girl ; let my facebook profile call in yours, just for a shy « Hello »
By gosh sweetty, give way to my Nokia to ring you for the slightest « wass up »
Hey darling ; give us a second round, you won’t be disappointed. I better cut off my hand rather than hurting you again.
Baby trust my soul, it’s stronger than my body and it’s entirely devoted to you.