Summer sun burning my pale skin, moving is made painful
With a body that burns,
The inside is home
If not the scorching dragon who lives in the sun will come to scald my skin.
Kill it.
Damage it.
Hurt me.
After the rain drifts away from the April sky, June is bright and joyful.
He returns to make the world happy.
July doesn't know
Some hate him
Others love him
He likes to shine but doesn't know he burns
When winter is missed;
December cries
The cool shade of a roof overhead is prefered
A freezer to sit in
My summer of the indoors.
2016 (2019 re-edit)
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Mine
PoetryThe title "Mine" has more thought into it then one may originally anticipate. Though that's common theme in the world of meaning. Calling it "Mine" refers to the hardships I've dealt with in past years. When dealing with that I went though motivatio...
