Jan 23, 2021
If your heart is meant to be burned, Burn not in the summer-- It’s not as affectionate as the autumn. The lovers at the park, With their ice cream cones Will bother you much, As if the heat is not enough. But Autumn Will welcome you like a friend. If your heart is meant to be broken, Break not in the spring-- It’s not as considerate as the winter. Flowers and butterflies, As pretty as they come, Will only mock your lonesome heart, As if the allergies are not enough. But Winter Is a soothing balm to all your pain.
