Haven't you been lonely?
Your so lost in your own head,
Making plans I hope to see.
Boy with the messy hair,
It's always getting too long no matter how hard he tries.
Boy with the sad lonely eyes,
He knows solitude is his demise.
But don't fret don't stress,
The red flowing blood left behind,
For the heart beat in the back of my head.
Thinking what's going wrong here,
As the only pain I ever got I made myself,
I'm sick of wondering if
Something is strange about the atmosphere,
Here I go running,
I fit the act with the disappearing,
And it goes from from patience,
To intolerance that I know,
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
