And when all the poetry in your lips cannot revive your heart, I'll pull the nylons to bring you closer. I will stay, and you'll have me until the very last star in your galaxy dies.
That's a promise. And I mean it.
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.
