Turns to Liquid
no one has left me so cold
i expect hurt
i can understand
such hurtful words
but i am left wondering
what it all meant
was it as i feared
just a fairytale dreamt?
i feel sad
to feel so numb
to feel so helpless
that such hate cannot be undone
the trust i had
turns to liquid
that i cannot hold
the colour of my hope
was only ever panned gold
no one has left me so cold
James Garratt – Sunday 12th July 2009
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Turns to Liquid – Written Sunday 12th July 2009 (Aged 34)
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