Maybe,
our timing was wrong.
Not our love.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoesíaMy 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.
xxvi
Maybe,
our timing was wrong.
Not our love.
