Triumph Of Mendacious

Under the midnight skies the aunthentic feelings you had are your last dust. Some thoughts echoed across on me.

The heart of my man is like a difficult to be simple. I know it's dangerous coz my soul crawl out from it's hiding.

It's strange but words seem to welcome poverty in love we try to find it. To be seen in the beauty of the world in the depth. One who tell lies habitually and one who tell lies intentionally.

What would you choice for the great true love?