Cure – Written April 2003 (Aged 28)


the same old questions
they still exist
our time is fragile
and truth,
sadly missed
the devil’s daughter
once too often kissed
the same old questions
and a sadness inside
filling up our shoes
with tracible lies
i am tired of shame
the need to humiliate
over and over,
and then once more
the world is full of the shallow
the noisy and insecure
there must be some tonic
something that is pure
i have heard to many stories
some say that a love is the only cure

James Garratt – April 2003

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