Cards On The Table
there is a drunk man –
parading in my dreams
there is a faded thought
that feels like a has been
i offered you my trust
you threw it in the canal
and it started to rust
i laid my cards on the table
but you said bust
how can i let you back
my heart hears you calling
but it wants to drown in gin
my imagination holds you
but it is into everything
there is a frustrated man –
playing a piano in my head
there is a footsoldier –
lying prone by the bed
there is an employee –
who said she wants to get wed
how can i move you –
back into my head
you slid away on the blood
from the wound that bled
James Garratt – Friday 24th December 2010
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Cards On The Table – Written Friday 24th December 2010 (Aged 35)
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