I am sorry
for the many times I turned deaf;
deaf towards your racing beats.
I am sorry
for the many times I let you alone,
for the cold darkness to swallow.
I am sorry
for the million times I did not understand,
your obvious gestures.
I am sorry my heart
for your forced capture
I did not know the price then
the value of of those moments u gave.
I tried freezing back,
these melted moments;
these moments
of immortality
of liveliness
of the overflowing strength.
All I could hear then were sirens
ringing in bright red glow
and I ran
before it could corner.
I was afraid
afraid to turn around..
turn around and look into your deep eyes
and apologise…
And all I did was
to let myself burn
into this flame;
a flame of my own madness.
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