Spring nears the end, Summer will start again.
Hair will get lighter, skin gets tan.
People all around,
On the Beach sand.
The sun will never shine brighter,
Just as how the ocean will never seem more blue.
What’s more to love when the weather is perfect,
Perfect for people all around to talk with.
But, I don’t like people, and I don’t like talking.
I was always a cold winter person so why is the sun out?
Couldn’t it always be asleep?
Couldn’t it always be winter?
Four seasons but one I like.
But I guess in someone’s world, Fall is better.
But I guess in someone’s world, Spring is better.
But who loves Summer?
Just like chocolate, people like white more than dark,
But people will also like milk chocolate.
Without difference, would it really be our favorite?
Or would it just be something we never explored.