To Be With Him.... Poem by Malaya Roses

Finding him in his shadow
At the same attraction
Moon light before the dusk
Morning and dew
Could be my ultimate confusion
Hazy moment of ageing love
Or lie
Taste it bitter
Taste it bad
Still
Finding him
In my past affluence, might be incurable
Addiction or seduction
Losing my faith at such slow stream of unhappiness
Yearning in many sleepless miseries
Broken life
Broken hope
But seeing myself in this sunlight,
Today
I take my chance
Be with him, blade or diamond;
I take them all.

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