Dearest Hope Poem by Malaya Roses

Dearest love
Could you plait the stitches
On my skinless bone and flesh
The bleeding heart
Flared a spiteful hope
The deserted faith
In love
I simply know you
Never reach the point of accepting
Scars or scratches
Past blackened foot
Might be too deep
Impression was the one
Veiled by smile but I know
The face of the prejudice
Might be
In and after yours
Made to last
Never the least
and we are meant to fail
Always.