Being Sorry.

It is the result of my deeds I know.
I have forgotten, but you haven’t
At a go.
Promises I make,
Somewhere are erased.
This pain would remain,
I guess till a decade.

How would you believe me after my deeds?
There were promises which I said I’d keep.
My life has worn out
There is nothing I’m left with,
Only your love in my soul, and
Everywhere else underneath.

It is the results of my deed I know.
I have forgotten, but you haven’t
At a go.

Wounds are still there, somewhere deep.
I made promises in heaps.
It’s my mistake, no doubt.
Time is now still
Only your memories in my mind, and
Everywhere else beneath

It is the results of my deed I know.
I have forgotten, but you haven’t
At a go.

(Basically it’s said that To err is human. But I make use of that proverb too often. I make mistakes, intentionally or unintentionally and then say sorry. Someone once said me that being sorry is something serious. I can’t just say sorry and repeat it again. I’m trying hard to change myself.)