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
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