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Dec 2013
Us and our faux friends
And our pantomime ways,
We led the lives that we believes
Would make everything okay.
We were both cautious
And withdrawn,
You were the queen and I your pawn,
And while you travel where you please
I'm tied to where I was born.
My steps are small, my feet are fragile,
But my blood is liquid gold.
There's only so many times as man
Does what he's told.
It began with love letters,
And lyrics that had meaning.
But transitioned into chaos,
All the whispers turned to screaming.
It took us both to realise,
This is never what we wanted.
And so you left me here in purgatory,
When I am always haunted.
The lights are out, the doors are locked,
And I feel so alone.
I wander through this place with spirits,
With all my chances blown.
So while you start to fix your life
And trim all the edges,
Know I tried, I really did,
And this is what I dreaded.
I'm already transforming,
My body's starting to cope.
I'm learning not to put faith in things,
Because it's just false hope.
And if we never come back from this,
And this is really the end,
Know this golden heart has turned to lead,
And the holes will never mend.
James Palmer
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James Palmer
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