Take, Take, Take (Originally Untitled) – Tuesday 22nd April 2008

Take, Take, Take

something tells me –
that your happiness is a guise
you look –
pretty beat up inside
i do not know about people
and if you have any –
in your rooms
or if they are a mess
but i have smelt your perfume
and it has a stench of loneliness
despite the make-up applied
your words are like barbed wire
tearing up your being inside
something tells me –
that your happiness is fake
you look –
like someone who has never found the brake
a lifetime –
of take, take, take
i do not know how long
you have had to pretend
or if the bits can be found
and somehow truly knows how to mend


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James Garratt – Tuesday 22nd April 2008