Don't let people
play with you
as if plucking petals
from flowers,
confused whether
they love you
or not.
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.
lix
Don't let people
play with you
as if plucking petals
from flowers,
confused whether
they love you
or not.