Marijuana with your seeds,
Will you grant my darkest needs,
Forbidden pleasure in the night,
Oh My God this feels so right.
My head is buzzing like a bee,
Ringing in my ear won't flee,
Seeing things that are not there,
I think there's something in my hair.
I feel good, I feel great,
The after high I will hate,
Headache comes as my high goes,
My legs feel like a water hose.
This high was good, this high was great,
Now lets see if I can jump this gate,
Back in my house i stumble and fall,
Then I lean up against the wall,
I turn on my computer and wait till I can see,
Then i start writing poetry.
Marijuana with your seeds,
Thank you for granting my darkest needs.
Comments
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I loved it.
keep it up -
i love this. weed is certainly my favourite muse. i really liked the lines "Forbidden pleasure in the night, Oh My God this feels so right."
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This poem is amazing!
except line 15 needs to say house instead of hose..
I mean this is a grrrrreat write but it's kinda sad too
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Hmmm, I like this poem the way it is. I don't think you need to revise it. If you wanted too, you could put words into bigger words but that's it.
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