She came to my place, I have forgiven them, she talked as we have just spoken.
She felt comfortable there, on the couch, I could see it.
Opening the fridge, pouring herself some beer.
I wouldn't ever be against that.
Then, she said that her friend would spit on my grave, better said her friend would give a hateful remark whenever someone mentioned my name.
I got to admit, I got uneasy not surprised though.
I know myself, what a shame, they don't. What am I ashamed of?
Should I be responsible for other people contempt?
No one can be loved by everyone, all the time. that's truth.
How much truth holds on that comment?
I got uncomfortable. I'm always trying to please everyone.
I've said bullocks to avoid some understanding.
Honestly, it didn't flabbergast me her friend's opinion, yet made me sad.
Why should I care if someone who hasn't been part of my life for more than a decade wish me bad.
Isn't it one's intention under someone else judgments?
At the end of the day, those were last night visitor's words.
Unkind.
