July or You Lie?

July has many wonderful things. The pool, cookouts, the 4th, my birthday and the mosquitoe stings. That was a reach for a rhyme. I am at the age where I can’t reach for a dime. Lies are covered underneath the growing grass. It’s not from where you think. I guess it’s not a bad time to be fass. Remember flowers grow from stuff that does stink. Saying that, you showed who you are. I definitely saw better from afar. I have found out I am loved. Difficult and demanding yes but I am me and you are you. I was very sad and blue. Better times are ahead as July is over and you were not true. You were a month and a lesson. I guess there’s no confessing. The 44th solar return gave me another hope and desire. There lights another fire. I am a new man indeed. You helped plant the seed. Don’t expect the thanks since you are the compost. No credit so don’t boast. You may be as beautiful as the coast. Even the coast has sand and that feeling lasts a month at most. Fall is where it’s at. Bonfires, Halloween, the fair, football, all of that. July is in the books. You can’t fool everyone with your looks. Yes this is wordy. Apparently you don’t like big light and nerdy. I know someone that does so I’m fine. Really I am, I will make her mine. This will be the Holy Grail, the real. Margarine versus butter. Fast food versus homemade. All that did was made me sick and my heart flutter. I will be my best. Now it’s time to close out July and rest