Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

To express you is paradoxical I start with silence and end with abyssSo, I am preserving my voidWaiting for it to become irrational So that I can at least be labelled as insane

Love is a fire without flamesSouls burned no prints, no ashes remainsFor which is more hurtful losing your loveOr courage to love againTherefore I fear loveI fear it again

Dear, HeartThe reason, I tell you not to go deep,is because you have to crawl back out too.

I vow not to show, not to revealmy burnings, my ashes, and your embers, your flames running rampanton my will to lift myself from your reminiscence.

For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied

Yes, You are my hamartiaAnd my museI don’t have any ex; I am a lover of oneThe tragic picture of our youth

If you are not insane in loveyou are not in love

Your memory whips harder than your betrayal!