Your dearest blooms -
through a prime lens's view -
the looking glass -
felt close to you.
Down the rabbit hole,
crashed awoke,
and you were gone.05042024, 11:40 PM
BINABASA MO ANG
They Have A Title, Or They Don't.
PoetryTo Whoever Reading, My Midnight writings. Insta @themidnightvoidness
Only In Dreams or Fantasy, You Would Love Me.
Your dearest blooms -
through a prime lens's view -
the looking glass -
felt close to you.
Down the rabbit hole,
crashed awoke,
and you were gone.05042024, 11:40 PM