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No Good Love

You can run away to the sky

And then turn right to the colourful palace

You can fly to the moon

And swing your wing higher to the next galaxy so far away

We can slip the money to the trash

And take a morning paper to read in a train

We can hide the umbrella

And walk faster with the rain

I can jump to the star

And turn left to the sun

I can bike to the hill

And stop in the corner to drink an ice tea

They can call me a slut

And turn me off from this place

They can torture me like a horse

And let me sink to the river near main road

We can eat spicy noodle with a sweet potato

And drink coke with a salt

We can make a sandwich with a meatball

And toast them to the pan

Love can put you to the ass

And make you look like shit

Love can give you a sweet candy

And surprise you with a pain in your teeth

Love will make you laugh happier

And turn you to cry harder

Love will send you a kiss

And bite your lips

No good love will make you good

Cause there is not a good love.

To The Sour Sun

People may go hurry

But I know that you will marry me

Tomorrow or the day before sunset has gone blurry

She called you sweety

But I have no worry

Because I know that you will marry me

When the time is right for her to let go of my honey

They told me to let you choose

Well I am not a goose

Or a blossom red rose

Because I know that you will marry me and we had a pretty house

You said that you will always remember

Between day and night in a city called Dexter

Between good and bad in a place called Chicken Roaster

I know that you will marry me

In the day when the sun goes up and never hide

In the time when the sun hung up and make us sweat

In the place when the sun shine brighter than your lamp

You promise me

To the sour sun and sweet moon

That you will marry me.

November Man

People may hate the idea of me describing him deeply

Some of them may want to throw me with a basket full of a stinky trash

He may not be a good man or a wise one

But I know

That I smile when he came.

I won't exist today

As I laid back my head on the chair

Swinging my feet and hoping you greet me with the warmest smile

They can judge me for being so overcome to always tell about you.

To the man who never I got bored with

To the man who made me think higher

To the man who always gave me something

I think that you should come inside

And playing these words together.

To my November man,

I need to marry your mind.

The Maple Syrup

Things will go wrong without you

In the morning

Or before noon

Either you're good to be share

Or by self amusing

Either you're sweet

Or a little bit plain

With you

My dream will chase exactly the same thing

Sweet between my teeth and lips

To be with you

My whole day won't be bad

Like the day before

Without you in a bite

I will lose what hope is

I will not buying a meal

Without you today

My day became harder

Cause for me

You're the maple syrup

The sweet little thing

To my pancake.