Melting ice creams,
Sticky hands and stupid minds,
Hormones running wild,
I stood there watching the world,
Stumble into chaos.
I stood there,
Like an outcast,
Disbelieving in summer romance,
Standing aloof under the roof,
While the world played with hearts.
Fake promises, fake smiles,
I hated the trembling hands,
As they touched each other.
I hated the young and stupid,
For believing in forever.
The incurable virus,
Affecting every heart and soul,
Isolating themselves from the rest,
Unaware of the inevitable suffer.
I stepped back inside the cold,
Behind the closed doors of my world.
I hated the hands that once held mine,
I hated those memories that bled my heart,
Lost in the crowd of kisses and hugs,
I chose to vanish inside the fantasy world,
Where heroes remain true to their words.
Summer was nothing,
But a reminder of what I can never have,
Of the drink that can never touch my mouth,
victim to my hatred.
was nothing but a scam,
Making me a witness to its ruins.