Bleed
Me
With
Your
Thorn,
My
Rose.
Kill
Me
With
Your
Aroma
Like
An
Oleander
Near
To
My
Nose.
You
Are
An
Aconitum-
Poisonous-
Yet
Still
My
Queen.
Give
Me
Death
Through
Your
Innocence
Like
A
Lily
Of
The
Valley
Which
Blooming
Flowers
Already
Seen.
Whatever
Flower
You
Are
I
Still
Wanted
To
Taste
Your
Pheromones.
I
Am
Willing
To
Die
For
You
Even
Though
I
Will
Be
Left
With
Nothing
But
Bones.
BINABASA MO ANG
Isang Daang Tula Para sa Isang Estranghera
Poetry"If a poet loves you, you will never die." I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way. The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant...
