Trust

Old lover's at my finger tip. And why is he back, I wonder? How odd it is... Can't get a grip? His text is like roaring thunder. - I'm sorry, Olga. I was scared. I was an idiot back then. Amazing moments that we shared.. If they're meant to happen... when? You're asking to meet up again. - No worries... oh somewhere neutral. He sensed me wearing that Guerlain. I have become kinky brutle. - You were so innocent and shy. You dared of dreaming to be loved. But I abandoned you, oh why? Instead of loving you I shoved. - I'll explain how I feel - it matters. The best thing happening to me Was you. Probably it flatters. Not my intention though, you'll see. - I want to see you, talk to you And I long to drown in those eyes. - I fear having to be cruel - Once trust's broken one see mere lies...