the stems of fresh cut grass simplify my mornings to bliss,
but the echo's of unwanted confrontations have myself asking whats going to come of this.
The hums of arguments hitting the walls of the house,
Have my mind and my heart chasing each other around like cat & mouse.
Feeling un-wanted in a place I need to call my own,
I can't find any place anymore to even consider my home.
The only savoir to my mind not imploding is the possibility of it coming to an end.
Don't know whether to get involved but to scared to even press send.
Messages being wrote and then being demolished by the back space,
I need to get away, I need to find a good place.