Sneezing : Seasonal Creators

As the river stabilized
While it stays calm
You watched me
Burnt from lit

Hide under shades
No stick to back
Here where I was
Wanted to hear you talk

And my creator seems dry now
But I could tell that soon will be flooded
Crumbling between skins and veins
Could’ve I lived without the burnt?

And the weather’s gonna change
Still in same place
Washed my hands
To hide the smell

Smell of the tar
Put it back
Rubbed twice
Yet I could still smell it back

It had to be last summer

Glimpsing right at the hole
I can see you running toward
(Here, where I was wanted to hear you talk)
If I heard you right at the moment
Then, could’ve I lived without the burnt?

From the time I sneezed
Only creators pushed
To be where I should
Rest over night
Glad the season has come
If not, I had to make the hole
Hole with the bum that I’m radiating