Unfortunately,
I love you like
eating
a barbed-wire-pasta
and
drinking
a napalm champagne—
I'll never hesitate to
empty my cup
and my plate.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoetryMy 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.
i
Unfortunately,
I love you like
eating
a barbed-wire-pasta
and
drinking
a napalm champagne—
I'll never hesitate to
empty my cup
and my plate.
