But I hang on with bad mouthing photo.
Relationships are hung on trees
‘Cause privacy invaded by empty mind.

Waking up every day, mind clustered with love
But hate takes place when light seeks dark.
Intelligence is extreme, just keep trolling with drooling fools.
Folklore, folktales are breadcrumbs to kiss empty stomach.
Streets, sweets, is what gang reincarnate at midnight.

Love is a fire,
Fire that can eat grass but jump water
(without even lip bite)
to eat another on the opposite way:
Love is greed,
It can’t be satisfied