You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat

Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator

Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness

Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's  back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter

Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke

But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky

I only loved you
when it was
Convenient
I'm really sorry
that I  didn't think
of you
( When it really mattered.)
What's the matter with my
soul? It isn't correct
but nothing feels wrong.

I feel something , I don't know
if it's "sorry".

Looking into the void.
I think I seen you.

Reached out.
We met again.

For the first time.

It was love


Possibly maybe.

holding on to right now.


Frozen. your face perfection.

Eyes closed.

Waiting so anxiously for you
to open them.

You don't.
   My heart arrested by your beauty.
   Shatters when you chose not
   to look at me.



I don't feel any signs of growing.

kiss me in your backseat
like nothing has ever been like this before
'cause you kiss like a promise
like you have never wanted anything more
than me

and just maybe, i'm crazy about you baby
and i guess it's a mess but i've always loved messy
things

and with your lips on my neck, i feel like the best is yet to come
and with my heart on my sleeve, i hope you can see it beats like a drum

and i'm wrapped around your finger and my gaze might just linger on your face
and i can't help but notice what we've made of this moment in this place

is beautiful
you're beautiful.

in the streetlights, with your brown eyes looking into my heart
hold me tighter, with your bright lights lighting up the dark
you're lighting up