Let's Give It To The Husband First
In the blink of an eye, the past is gone. Now left in the future, trying to right my wrongs. With a poem pieced together by the fragment of my peace, knowing the day comes when my joy will only increase.
Peace. Poem. Why am I seeing two hands already up? What's happening? Are you guys planning an ambush? You copies? Idea and Prince, what is your plan? What are you planning? All right, let's give it to the husband first.
I don't like this part where you said, how am I supposed, just go ahead and tell us something. And then you said, stop speaking from the bottom of my heart. Does that mean that you haven't, so you don't use the bottom of your heart to speak so frequently.
You have lost texture of it that you have to now come and remind us that this one is genuine, and your intention is clear, or I don't know if it's you trying to do your perfect thing, but just be more original, please. Don't be speaking from the bottom of your heart every day. But if this is what it means to be speaking from the bottom of your heart, please.
I don't need that trauma. I don't need that trauma. But then you said it started like a joke, because I want to review this piece one after the other.
It started like a joke between friends until emotions came in and played its part. Why would you allow a comfortable friendship turn into something else? Emotion did not knock or play its part like you claim. I feel like we are actors here, and that framing of emotion coming in and playing its part removes agency from you, because what exactly does falling look like? Why would it happen to you if you did not choose it? It's not the weather that we have at the time.
