Vallerie Lobell


It Was July


I am resurrected, after dying for want of you,
It all came down upon me in sunny July,
Where had you gone, I wish I knew,
That I care no more, should come as no surprise,

I can live without you now,
It's like I never loved you at all,
The numbness seeped in after my death,
It was in July, if you recall,

Things were fine in May and June,
I don't know what I did wrong,
But in July you sang a different tune,
And you left me all alone,

My heart once again belongs to me,
As I look back to last July,
The sunshine once again I see,
No tears to cloud my eyes,

So let me stay as you left me,
I won't even say goodbye,
You're now a fading memory,
But I'll never forget July,

Submitted: Sunday, October 08, 2006
Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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