casting a guilty equation.

From days with shine,

memories sublimed. 

There was enough to hear,

enough to say, while;

my walks of passion,

came to dismay.

I broke your heart,

with the starting

of that day.

When your eyes

were so wishful,

to catch my sight.

I had been at disdain,

I had run away,

in the light.

Seriously, I am

an offender to you.

I broke your trust,

your friendship

of lovely hues.

I knew, my errs 

won't ever be left

unpunished. I stand,

I beg for a sorry figure.

While, you grant me

all your love yet again,

dear friend.

At this time, yet again,

I see you move far.

Yeah, it was me earlier;

this time it had to be you.

I don't ask you now,

to come back to me,

I know you did right,

in punishing me.

Maybe, I never deserved

your friendship,

that once we celebrated.

Maybe, it was the destiny,

it was all it had to be.