And the keys of the piano they ring,And the salt that melts the ice it stings,Keep on pounding down the keys,Just to hear them come together and sing,Throwing the salt down just to keep my heart free,But the action burns my hands and their open wounds,Salt never ever knew it would be,Failing in the priceless gift that you have given me,Wondering if the way my thoughts have changed,Have changed the perfection of life.Falling apart my stomach threatens to leave,And my heart is off in distant places where you keep it company,There's all to many reasons to enjoy the way I have come to change,And not any to understand why,I knock myself down and the players of the field down even realize,They don't take a knee.Freedom of heart,Joys of passion,I get it, the question is,Is there really a reason for me to hate me,Done don't wanna be a casualty,Complicated within the thought,The salt I pour out, from the dried out ocean waters,I gather from over the deck of my boat,Just to keep myself from freezing,I know it all to well,It stings and I cannot help but love the way the painful cries sing.-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd 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
