Its summer time,
I'm not burned,
I'm just burned out.
I'm not ready for what's next,
but what's next is what's for for the best.
Did you read that poem I just wrote off the top of my head? It makes no sense other than its the middle of summer and I don't want this season to end. It finally stopped raining and I'm sitting here in my cut-offs ready for the heat, not the cold.
No comments:
Post a Comment