It Is You Poem by Malaya Roses
It Is You
Upon my chest, I write your words
Since yesteryear
I am waiting for some truth
Over me
Over you
The same words remain
None is coming
Hollow becoming
Upon my chest, I crest the rest
What was love could be shame
Inside out, the same words are remaining unmistakable
Beyond me
Beyond you
Upon my chest, I am the imprecise
Lucid in eyes, broken in hand but still you are the fallen.
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