Planning Permission
i wish she could come over
but now,
i am too tired to care
i remember the things she did
the clothes she used to wear
and now,
i am reduced to using four letter words
like love,
and it populates my verse
as she ticks every box
i wish she would come over
and we could talk till the night draws in
but i am here tonight
stuck here, just me and the pen
and though she knows
exactly how i feel
to her they must just be words
so how do i make them appear real
i tingle every time she touches me
i shudder when she hugs me
and when i have drunk too much
and i talk about her,
a tear falls from my eyes
she has all the planning permission
for my dreams deep inside
James Garratt – June 2008
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Planning Permission – Written June 2008 (Aged 33)
