Hate But Never Regret Poem by Malaya Roses

Hate But Never Regret



Are you giving me your home run?
Another field hit, your show the way
But my case way laid to rest
Scented sadness
Smokeless cigar reminds me some sways
Being alive could never part of submission
With my knee on the earth
You could never complete the best touchdown.

© Malaya Roses

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