Blinded
We fell in love,
I fell on your eyes, you fell on my appearance.
I wonder what the world may look like,
If I haven't met you in my life.
I may be such a fool to be blinded by your words,
And fell in love with your flowery love.
My life is a garden,
You fell for my flowers but not with my roots.
So when the gardener cuts off my stem,
No love will remain.
BINABASA MO ANG
Desultory
Poetry[ Adjective ] Not having a plan or purpose. Highest Rank: #135 Poetry
