Sorry

Sorry

Sorry sorry for the dirty grime
This story was a crime to
begin.
I am confused when I remember
But mostly I'm ashamed
And sorry It began.

I am wending my way
Through prophetic blue lanes
Lonely winding skies
Patches of sweet sunshine
swirl like lovely dreams
In a mist
But now I do know
What's not for me.

Never want to be a bother
I had rather quietly disappear now
I'm not disappointed
But I know
how I wouldn't do for you.

Couldn't be the one.
The cold wind stills me inside
To a hush.
I don't exactly love you.
But oh!
How you're valued.

When love has ended
Good opinion is either mercy
Or travesty.
I don't know.
I will keep yours
If I can.

And I know I need to
Dive down deeper into me now
Where my core values are.

I need to always keep shining
My limited light.
Against the confusing majestic darkness
Be my own star.

© Amrita Valan 2015