By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
Savor my trust, a dish from fear,
As hot as spite from the fires of life,
On your heart may it tangle,
Tightly, snug as a leaf in the air it leaps.
I desired more and believed in what’s left,
But less came with beliefs like stone,
Heavy and tough, filled with bluff.
Sunsets remain as they are,
I hope mine will too,
With the moon that shines,
Again, will the day come too?