My heart
is nothing
but layers
of pancake
soaking in your
love syrup.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PuisiMy wild flower I know you have thousands of thorns, but still I see your face in every petal and I love to plant you between the blank pages of my book. I'll keep you forever even you're not fragrant anymore.
lxxiv
My heart
is nothing
but layers
of pancake
soaking in your
love syrup.
