pulling each petals of a flower,
one by one, asking if he loves me.
the crimson flower said yes,
and so i confessed.
but the flower lied.
he loves me not.hoshi.
BINABASA MO ANG
anemoia (unspoken poetry; book 3)
Poesíaanemoia (n.) nostalgia for a time you've never known
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pulling each petals of a flower,
one by one, asking if he loves me.
the crimson flower said yes,
and so i confessed.
but the flower lied.
he loves me not.hoshi.