Weed for the dreams

taking these two pills, my pupils – expanded. my true feels are grounded

new feels are founded . some few feels are wounded

so view feels , surrounded . some too feels are, bounded

so roll it , lick it, hold it, make a fold, dude . Are you stoned don’t you recall what I told, dude

don’t let it spread just hold, dude. Do it quick don’t growl dude , you old dude

forget, I’m overlooking the old one gonna take a new pain, something to bring me back to sane, whatever you heard can be true man, I feel like I’m drenched its COCAIN, not rain, I’m insane

So smack it, don’t heck, take it ,don’t fake it. It’s gonna be crazier streams

Take a weed for the dreams

 

I was never a type of kid who kept running away  to get the light, although messed up eternally chased up in the fight,

can’t choose between when I’m fucked up I know I’m broken up and what’s its height. just used to wake up in the faith that it will go away and it will be all right

so take my shoe go take a walk you won’t get it what hurts so bad, if you can see, it’s a riot inside from my words and what I said , it’s a fire burning I keep on turning from what I have and what I had, even if I was sitting and seeing myself bleed still I won’t be sad

so take a hand lets pretend life isn’t full of fear, we ain’t tied up in emotions at the end of a tear, whatever you’ve done you’ll get all here, it takes the whole life to die nothing is near

let’s pretend whatever they say is true, you control yourself, your owner is you, you get whatever you love it’s your virtue, it’s funny, let the time come when you have no money, you are not only the new .

so lastly I was trapped in a dome, I was leaving my home, told my dad that I’m grown, I will live all alone, ill go smoke some weed and get stoned, don’t you worry mom I’ll give you a phone, my girl I won’t let you mourn

but the web of lies I told won’t let me be, it won’t let me see, so clearly, smacking one shot isn’t my only USP. Some crazier streams

A weed for the dreams

 

If you guess you know my story, that ruin wild and hoary, no wait I wanna seek my glory, it won’t make me sorry , don’t you worry

they say everyone’s beautiful, but fuck off ‘truth’, you ain’t. what you want from me, to be a saint? no, I’m a sinner maybe for a past I won’t lose I’m a winner, in the course, sand is thinner, but wait to serve me revenge in the dinner.

so put a needle above my elbow it’s my dosage, it’s a gross age, no ways is high on the life, its poison, from the sky to the horizon, causes wrath, more than a meth, but the aftermath, give me a reason, so I can face it alone, all my name on the tears, when  I’m gone

it’s gonna take some time to realign, one day it’s gonna be fine, away from these crazy streams

a weed for the dreams

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its crazy

its crazy how a person comes to your life and makes you discern that  how hollow can be your life be without a single person its crazy how you used to wish about never getting apart and as the life happens you hope that you could’ve said how you feel, at least once

its crazy, love is crazier, the breakup is even crazier than it seems worst when your relation had no name

one day she used to care, one day she professed she was afraid and he was constantly searching for the cause. it’s crazy that the one person he used to talk night till the morning  one day suddenly  moves on and only time crossed his mind was before he used to sleep those cuddles, those laughs those words that used to bring the best out of him, those cute little fights that made her quiver because of his care, one day tacked out to be the thing that made her cold.

she never recaptured believing just to move away, he was stopping her from leaving she didn’t even oh heck she wasn’t going to listen anyway. He begged holding her name because holding her hand never seemed right “last time, this won’t happen next time”  he cried, “there will be no next time,I regret, goodbye” that’s all she said as he gawked his life moving away. All her perfect imperfections flickered before him as he got his hands leeching blood while picking up broken pieces of his heart. His voice she never heard, his tears she never saw, her reasons, her silence made him sit hopelessly in the corner with the bleeding tears from his eyes. She was best for him, he always tried to suit her; he taught her to feel special ,she taught him that some people walk into your life to make you realize that your life won’t be the same once they walk away . Their relation never had a name but he always tried to give it a name.

It is fine all it takes open veins, your person is your word it’s just every poem doesn’t have to rhyme. it’s not necessary for a worthy to survive in every story in this he has to die in fire and flash of mindful ways, get away with the drug that her recollections gave him, in the hope that one day she will come again hoping and searching for him to place where it was all started.

its crazy, love is crazier, the breakup is even crazier than it seems worst when your relation had no name