July

July is not mine Nor is yours Nor was meant to be So I say goodbye And let go of you, July I, my worth known, not imply to love you less But I say goodbye No sorrows, no pains, pure willingness of joy Was given, nothing in return but a burden Burden of something to not say sorry for As I owe you none So I say goodbye And let go of you, July I can't wait for the salt air An old friend - And then there was July waiting on me, or was I waiting As soon July arrived, I Fall down, not hardly But fell, and now it's coming to end So, I not to beg — Never will I become . Love you less, less doesn't exist in my world envisioned of you Though-it's coming back to end We don't run in traverse, July Escapism have tried, and lives