The Sun is so hot
against my protected skin,
the heat is intense and I burn
from the overwhelming waves–
This, I am not made for.
I find the Sun beautiful
and on nicer days
I enjoy her gentile heat,
but the climate of today
had the Sun turn me red.
I curse the Sun
I reject the heat,
but if the sun was to leave,
then the darkness
would make me too cold.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
The Sun is so hot
against my protected skin,
the heat is intense and I burn
from the overwhelming waves–
This, I am not made for.
I find the Sun beautiful
and on nicer days
I enjoy her gentile heat,
but the climate of today
had the Sun turn me red.
I curse the Sun
I reject the heat,
but if the sun was to leave,
then the darkness
would make me too cold.
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