Most good things start in the summer
It's the teenager's romantic dream
But, to me
Summer's not all what it's cracked up to be
I'm but a stone's throw away
From what I want most in my world
But, the mood doesn't seem set
And my love has grown bored
I try to entertain it, like I entertain everyone else
I find that
The entertainers can never act serious
You find my poems funny and cheesy
But I'm trying to make them inventive and mysterious
I've grown accustomed to the cold weather
There are too many love birds in the spring
And I hate the warm feelings from the sun
And the loneliness it selfishly brings
I want your warmth, not Helios's
But, only through winter do we need it
I want my breath to exchange with yours
But, only in winter would you see it
If you love summer more than winter
Then I believe I'm at a stalemate
I will learn to love the summer
But, don't expect me to NOT show any hate
For the sun mocks me in the most horrific ways
And that's just in the first phase