Bleed You Dry Poem by Malaya Roses

I was expecting you
To be yourself
Either to impress or to suppress;
You are real on your own yard
Attitude or aptitude
Unveil the real human of you
Propensity must be learn
Seeing is not the rule of believing
Mingle must not tangle
I am looking through you
The awesome glance of broken mirror
The brightest
Under the sun and shine
Reflections are deadly
They will bleed you dry
Wasted.

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