Fate

by Buhisan, Anna Marie L.

Pure love and innocent souls
Saccharine moments of its essence
With the coming of open doors
The love we assume bless by heaven

When the time doomed by traits
Annoyance and oppositions takes
Hell of pride and cold shoulder
Triggered traumas gets broader

Don’t know if love was pure
When leaving is way to cure
A plan that hurts to know
Was it love of flesh or soul?

Spring from complexity
‘Twas hard discernment
From the blast of anxiety
Form bucklers of torment