Shapeless Poetry, Shadowy Fairytale

No one
will ever find
my poetry
beautiful.
But I don't care...
as long as
you embrace it
and turn
my written words
into fairytales-
the ones
that paint
the morning
with purple dreams
and Gingerbread houses,
the ones
that make
the ink
of my pen
write down
your name
on a forgotten paper,
and the ones
that make
Onomatopoeia
beat Oxymoron.

Maybe tomorrow
you will smell
like Sampaguita
and I will smell
like Manila.

Maybe in a
Shapeless Poetry
and Shadowy Fairytale,
we will find
the reveries
that slumber
in Manila.