You're see-through heart.

Sorry  to be glass walls
that surround you're see-through   heart.    

As sorry as intrigue
showing  its colours true,
as these glass walls were sharp
and all would  pierce  into.

Sorry to be those distant bows  
before those who've hunted. 
sorry  for those remarks  
left by those you  unwanted.  

As the gold-flower to  the wavering  
sun, 
sorry to  be  as these light-waves
revealing, none.

Shading intentions poorly
to those disheveling wings,  
sordidly we sought
such unfortunate things,

as we'd bleed  to smother thoughts deeply
and  cover the sky, 
what i caught beneath me
would  silently greet me goodbye.