It's tiring
The dry and how my eyes
Are refusing to tear up
Something's stinging them
I like to think it's the heat
And the dry; maybe the makeup
Is too much or perhaps
The songs on my playlist
Are all winter type songs
Ones that make me want to stand up
Dance and be all hot and bothered
Not ones that bring in the breeze
Of cooler, less calmer days
I'm dressed all wrong
Always feels like there's too much
Clothing on no matter how less
Is more
Lips are dry
So is the touchscreen of my little phone
All this water seems to evaporate
From the inside of my mouth
Is that sleep beckoning from the sidelines
Welcome rest under a very slow fan
Or is it just mockery in sheep's clothing?
Funny how I try and keep myself moving
Maybe I've been lying to myself all this while
And the guilt has brought me in
To my own special hell
The kind I don't believe in
Coz it's way too hot for that kind of thing
There are a million things I can stress about
But funnily enough the only thing
Stressing me out is how it's just too
Hot to work
Or even stress
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