And I will choose you
in hundred lifetimes
in hundred worlds
in any version of reality
I will choose you
like you will
never choose me,
like it is okay
to leave me tomorrow.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoesiaMy 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.
