The now dreaded July

which earlier used to be a ray of hope,

has turned me hopeless.

Why?

The pain of separation

I used to endure,

has turned me senseless.

Why?

Your silhouette and mine,

hand in hand, against the moonlight

have turned me into a lunatic.

Why?

I shall blame that  on the longing,

which was solely mine, for you.

Do they call it Love?

I'll put the love to blame as well,

no words left for you.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Moonchild💜°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°