Testo My Machete

When I first arrived and you see me there, your hopeful eyes shattered my despair know what we use to be. No one else in more confused than me. Oh, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I drop my machete to the floor. You look so happy-sad. I know I can't expect you'll wait for me. The soft taste of you lips conjures memories of a world where fallen petals fall from above. It seems so far away. I am lost, to both of our dismay. Would someone please pass me the kkey to this exam that I've written?