Jun 30, 2017
*JULY*
I hate to go back in the darkest history
But another July is coming near.
Evoking the sense of that permanent one
Five years back.
When it ought to be perfect,
Summertime craziness,
A fairytale scene,
You and I as a team.
But these hot green days
Were swallowed by the clouds of grey
And I was left alone in heavy rain
Didn’t know which way to go.
July meant helplessness
July meant never ending asking why
July meant loneliness
July meant an aching heart.
July meant isolation,
July meant tears streaming hard at night,
July meant neglection
July meant the toughest goodbye.
