Always comes after
The storm
Which is not even always true
For the sun
Sun is always here
But he is unfairly
Forgotten
All the time
When the clock
Is ticking
You take the light
For granted
Until you run
Into the dark
Of your forgetfulness
Where all ants are stuck
And so irritating
You can’t stay put
Any longer
With her screaming at you
That’s when suddenly
Sun rays gets into the room
And naughtiness floats around
Our necks
That next
Slip on each other’s
Sweet skins
Tender kisses
We can’t resist
The appeal of our beats
To soften our words
And sugar coat our spiky desires
Soon we slowly
Get to
The best place
We both ever been
The name on the panel
Says it’s called
“US – the Best Place”
What a strange name
For an imaginary village
Where nobody really lives
That provides so much security
And fun with just flat decoration
The best place
Always comes after
The storm
Which is not even always true
For the sun