Sonnet #4 Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

Shaking, but stood against bad advices
Waving my flag on your pitchforks and sin.
Courage enough to plan my own vices,
But drained you enough, just to let you win.

Can't return to the invisible place
I burned it first but tried to salvage
Of what was left of our own falling grace
Then you watch it burn, and let it ravage

You cannot stop me from leaving you, my love
Because of wars that none can win, just like
Your father leaving you, away he drove
And you were with someone else on a hike

Until the end, and I still hold unto you
Wishing that, finally, you choose me too