#138 July,

Credits: Google

Credits: Google

That rain in July
poured all the fantasy in
to beautiful lies.




#48 Fantasy,

In the end what we thought,
was not the thing we sought.
As much as the memories brought,
followed behind by the lessons taught.
There will always be a knot,
as if everything was a plot.
Forget how hard we fought,
and when the problems clot.
Thought we just let things rot,
but maybe not.
Now we shall find for a spot,
where happiness is caught.