When the summer heat
burns everyone in its vicinity,
you smile and sigh,
melting like butter on a plate –
your heart is too weak
to withstand those who are hurting
and who hurt those
that dare to touch.
A/N: It’s raining here so I thought it’d be fitting to write about summer, you know? I’m kidding… I actually read something, and it inspired me to write this.
Chaos of Life 