No Offense

My bad is one way, but sorry is the best To replenish the bliss that flows through my flesh Your perfect to me but every bullet won’t hit the vest Good intentions were intended but I’m sorry it wasn’t shown But when the bullet left the gun, it’s too late to be postpone For a few seconds, my kindness had flown But it flew back, without wings and just a clone With the shades off, I see the picture that’s there With the gloves off, I stroke your feelings with care If you have an offense, please don’t share If a cut was made, can you help me repair I love you to death, and this I swear Next time before I say or do, I will prepare Instead of acting before I roll a square