i am sorry, oh so sorry, dont you dare give me one more chance, my clumsy hands will surely break you. after all i went through you got hurt, dear boy with hair of honey, and skin of silky milk, i have a heart filled with guilt and dread, my life is now on its last thread. with my head down staring at the ground with eyes of dread, i so wish i was dead. how could i do this? why did i say that? i wish i could change the past, i thought our love would last like a river wide and vast. i dont know how to make it up to you, what can i do? what can i do? what can i do to make it uo to you? i only pray for forgiveness from you, is there anything i can do? i cant beleive i put you through this, i never should have let you follow me down. your love was flowing with milk and honey for me, why did i have to lead? all hope and happiness is gone in my life, i do not deserve to look at you with these downcast eyes, i am not worthy to see your face or speak your name, all this over some fame. i said things i shouldnt have, my mistakes are great, you have the right to look down at me in hate. how is this? can this be? you just went out of your way for me? i sent you this letter with an expectation of hate from you but you turn around and say 'i love you'? im confussed now please clear this up, how can you love me through this? my life is so currupt? i fool myself again, your grin becomes so hollow, this is all a dream, a myth, a complexity. i have lied to myself once more, you hate me, i dont blame you, i understand. on my deathbed i will say 'you hate me yes i know, now my love will trully show, you may haave loved me once but i have always loved you, even more... hey how was this?
