The tinder bird and imagination,
cruel chimera of inflammable love,
the dagger dumbed in muddy lure,
and the egotistic-brutish dove.
A lunatic-nutcase you,
Trying, dying for finding love.
Swipe left and right,
In the mud and tide.
but in your dumb belief,
love never will be fine.
The world of social traps,
With heart, good and black,
the rivers of suffocation,
with dark and deadly destinations.
They’re fed on blood, on your crispy heart,
they dwell in the game of emotions.
Swipe left and right,
In the mud and tide.
but in your dumb belief,
love never will be fine.
Colourless, you feel at times,
and you run to pick the rainbow,
scattering the lure of fascination,
with the bright and nebulous bow,
waits for you the mastermind,
you get there finding love,
flower in a heartless stone,
and you find there no one.
Before you get to be you,
Your heart gets seared apart,
With nothing you can get with you,
arrows snatching whatever you’ve got.
Swipe left and right,
In the mud and tide.
but in your dumb belief,
love never will be fine.
