Hey summer,
I honestly don't like you.
It's so hot whenever you are around,
Even boiling my sensitive blood,
Feels like everyone did something to me very bad.I'm all sweaty just by a single move,
I wonder when will you be out of the mood,
And decide to let rain take over your position,
And spread coolness in the entire season
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Miscellany Of Rhythm [COMPLETED]
PoetryThis is not a story, but all just a product of my feelings. Whether is Happiness, Longing, Sadness, Doubt, or even Confusions in my everyday life, and words I want to say, either to myself or my friends. I hope you'll like them. Maybe you can relate...