My poor friend Mike, he’s drunk again. Two beers
and he’s already texting me. “they playd
that songg u luv nd it reminded me
of u”. A few more cups and we’re at, “heyyyyy
u like my abs?” and then an “lol
cuz i really like u.” Then soon, “im home,
but u shuld b here 2.”  And then he spills
some more: “i thnk ur cute :)” shows on my phone
We’re friends, I think. He’s drunk. It’s just a fluke.
It gets too late. He begs, “will u plz tuck
me in?” And when his eyes begin to droop,
the last: “forgiv me plzzz but we shud ****.”

Embarrassment exudes when we next pass.
He looks at me, his face bright red. I laugh.

My lov\ly..
yo//
     • – • •
• •
                       \
           to m\?
do yo//  n\\d a h\lp ?
     ..com\..
                          i will not
     • – • •
• •
                       \
                      to yo//
lik\
           • • • •
• •
                   – –
now, why yo// still hiding from m\ ??
                      im not  
• • • •
      • •
                   – – !!!!!
                            lik\ (r\st//) did to yo//!!
             \V\N  I   N\V\R
                        H//RT   YO//
...but will yo//...
                        FORGIV\ M\???
            i know it's hard to say.
                           but do\sn't m\an yo// can't
lik\ yo// r\ad this, and lik\ i

                    ...FORGIV\ YO//...

Oh !, the joy of sins forgiv'n,
Oh, the bliss the blood wash'd know,
Oh, the peace akin to heav'n ,
Where the healing waters flow.

Now with Jesus crucified,
    At His feet I'm resting low;
Let me  evermore abide
Where the healing waters flow.

Oh, this precious perfect love !
How it keeps  the heart aglow,
Streaming from the fount above,
Where the healing waters flow.

Oh, to lean on Jesus' breast,
While the tempests come and go !
Here is blessed peace and rest
Where the healing waters flow.

Cleans'd from ev'ry sin and stain,
Whiter than the driven snow,
Now I sing my sweet refrain,
Where  the healing waters flow.