Not You Poem by Malaya Roses

There was a hot shining lamp
It was meant for you
Made of diamond,
Only for you
The shine shall last
On my compassion
Convene many shapes of darkness
Pass many ally of sadness
Rally of sorrow for light,
I agreed on nothing but fine
Candle
Or
Fire
All made desires
Always on hire
Price of blood
Heart was letting the leasing hope and wish
Lesson learned
And
I shall uncover the paramount touch
Live as a sober human.