I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

Even if the devil whispers are lou
Can you alter his ego around?
May you not kneel or lie or squat
Munificence alarm,
Can you tell me what he looks like

For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

If your head
Could think it
Your hand
Could surely
Write it.

Art of loving is a complicated Ar
it must not be too Abundant or too
and Moderation is an hard option t

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

I still cannot see the way she wal
How her breast pawned towards the
Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking
With the earl grey gown i bought;
I pondered around like a deaf Ami

Everything
Hurts
Immediately you
Decided
To

Don’t fret
As long as you are still breathing
My words will never be short of br

I do no not know why they lie,
I do not know why they all loathes
I do not know why they swore to lo
Not all of them, but most of them
—But don’t ever be like them, even