People cry all over the world,someone just shed a tear.July is the month for crying over things you shouldnt fear.You know who I mean.You've seen what I've seen.I showed u inside,and ran off to hide,from what you would find.
July knows many memories.More so for some then others.For me,its a past,and my present.Maybe a future,too.
Maybe words will write their worth,maybe some day it'll make some sense.For now I just sit in my windowsill.Sit and wait for you.Love lies laughing,in a windowsill.Any one will do.
July lives,July knows.
July tells no lies.
Look through these shards of empty space,
Past cobwebbed disguise.
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