I thought that love was pure,
Birth from the voices of angels,
Oh so they said,
But then when it shattered,
It collapsed, broken,
And so tears formed.
A tragic but true,
And chaos spread,
As heart turned black,
And tears drown with hate.
So what is love,
When one form it into another,
And what is faith,
When love need it the most.
Answer bear on thoughts,
Just to clear the doubts that taunts,
But the truth always hurts,
As the heart cannot stand,
What words would shreds,
As it left you for dead.
Freed
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