Every morning,
before sunrise,
I fill me of you
like breakfast in my bed,
wear you as my cologne,
and tell the roses in my vase
I don't need them anymore.
BINABASA MO ANG
Pareidolia
PoésieMy 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.
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Every morning,
before sunrise,
I fill me of you
like breakfast in my bed,
wear you as my cologne,
and tell the roses in my vase
I don't need them anymore.
