Sorry

Of my sorry, I speak:


I'm sorry to bring you rain
Of tears down your sunshine cheeks.

I'm sorry to cause you pain,
To pass my wounds to bleed for me.

I'm sorry to have scarred you
And have caused irreversible agony.

I'm sorry to leave you blue,
And take away your life colours.

I'm sorry I am beginning to wither,
Like your Valentine flowers.

I'm sorry I taste bitter.
With no sugar-coating to cover.

I'm sorry to take it easy,
And build my own end to damn.

I'm sorry I am not able to be
Who I pretend I am.


With every throb that aches for this mistake.
I am sorry. So ever sorry.