Failure – Written December 2001 (Aged 25)


to think you see me as a failure
to think you prefer new found friend
to think you left my bed –
to sneak back with a plastic heart
while the drum beat was irregular
and the reality was falling apart
to think you see me as a failure
that what we had was nothing
that is was little more than a rainy day
that you can lift life’s patterned rug
and just sweeping it all underneath
letting is die a cold death
standing there and paying it no respect
we all need a spring clean
well now you have something special
it is not god –
but you sing a similar hymn
and when you think i am a failure
remember it was my bed that you left –
in order to sneak back to him
so how do you value that respect
so you think of me as a failure
and as of yourself as something ill kept

James Garratt – December 2000

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I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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