Whether your fears or mines
The day after is always a disaster
Like a planet collapses
Like a flat red balloon
The words outspread
Through the canals besides
Make passion and love
Ashamed in the mirror
Why they exploded so bright
The day after is always a disaster
Whether your tears or mines
None of us looks properly at the other
Both of us think the fairy is not fair
The day after is always a disaster
Thousand of glass splinters
Move like snakes under our skin
Broken mirrors in a broken body
Broken bones to surround
A silly broken heart
The day after is always a disaster
Whether your spears or mines
Did I push it too far
Did you betray your past
The present is standing
A meaningless tunnel
None of us will make it out
The day after we’re just like strangers
And our passion and love
Disfigured and lonely
Playing chess on the ruts
So lonely they could laught
At the wild sky above
The day after you can’t believe
What we said and we found
Beneath our craving egos
The day after I can’t read
What you send to erase
The picture I got from you
The day after I can’t escape
From the excuse I make
And here I cannot speak
This part of the story
And the excuse just keeps me blind
Solipsistic spiral
Comfortable sadness
A lonely fairy tale
A mirror reflecting
Down deep in a well
The day after is always a matter
Of wasting time the best we can
The day after is a bench
On the side of the road
Like two hobos we sit
In two different cities
And no one passing by seams just to understand
We’re just begging for more
Passion and love tenderness
Feeling our skins can meet at last
Kisses and thrills and G major
The day after
The day after
Always a disaster
Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times 
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