I hope you know that,I wonder if he'll ever ask,Instead of complaining at me.Wishing the rain would stop,Knowing it matches me far to well,And I keep wondering were are my peaceful places going?They seem to lacking, and not so troubled.Oh so small, and it's out of my control.Trying to make my way back,Knowing I wanna land at home safe,I'm so burdened, there's not really a cure for distress.Life goes on, At least that's what I tell myself.Oh but the home I will always walk by.I saw the parts of him,That provided my with such comforts and company.Keep wondering if my dad notices,I look like myself on the surface,But below the cover,I'm not sure I really look like myself,Making myself nervous.Wondering if he notices enough to ask.Hoping that I'll still look like myself,Even when he decides to ask,But I saw the parts of my love,Knowing it's been far too long,Since someone offered a position to call home.Wondering if he knows I've taken the chance,Love it when we're gone,And miss it far more,Now that other parts of home are dying,Wondering how careless I have been.I still remember everything,From the beginning,Oh so quiet and held together by the strings,And the blades. Afraid of the fears in my head.Three four years gone,Noting now that louder I've grown,And the fears they provide a certain anxiety,That drives me to explore the possibility,It's not actually all that scary.You know I was scared of finding a home once again,And one of them is crumbling,And the other currently smaller than it's usually been,But I want the best of it now,And I'll keep going on with it,Isn't it best for me,It scares me to trust your hands with home,But I swear it's oh so demanding,And I keep on wishing for a few moments more,Never really wanting to go,I'll take today and the rest of it all.I can finally at least kinda breath,Holding on to the rest of my home,Wishing that in the house they'll notice my distress,And ask rather than asking for it to demish And that you know that you're now one of the few,I still correlate with home.-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoezieAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
