Where does the sorry even start I ask,
when all these time I’ve been wearing this mask.
mask that can’t be unmask without trauma,
unmasking leading to melodrama.
I’m very Sorry for the things I’ve done,
for all the things done, which I can’t outrun.
Will settle with the Big One when I meet,
until then forgive and make me complete.
Gave love all I got,
would be enough I thought.
Turned out to be nought,
left me out to rot.
Felt no pain or anger,
filled my heart with hunger,
to make it last longer,
would that be a blunder?
Husky voice still do linger,
in my mind little stronger,
Like a warm coats in the winter,
making me into a thinker.
I’ve been here many times before,
without me even asking for.
Time to swim for the shore?
before my heart is sore?