Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
thrcyPoems
I don't want to be his five minute cigarette break I want to be the person he comes to every time he lights up a blunt I don't want to be drunk with him on a Saturday night I want to be the person who's there with him when the sunrise is up on Sunday morning and he's still hang over I want to be the person he drunk calls at four o'clock in the morning when his mind is blurred, yet my name is the first and only thing he thinks about I want to be the person he thinks of when he is so high and he can't think straight but the thought of my face is always clear no matter where his mind wanders off But these are just my thoughts when I've already had five hits As I watched him across the room He probably had too many to drink and lit up a lot When he takes his last hit, he smiles at me And the thoughts I had felt like forever But only a minute passed by But when he grinned at me In that moment I wished it lasted for a long time He probably won't remember any of this the next day I know I will
0
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
lovely stoner
I don't want to be his five minute cigarette break I want to be the person he comes to every time he lights up a blunt I don't want to be drunk with him on a Saturday night I want to be the person who's there with him when the sunrise is up on Sunday morning and he's still hang over I want to be the person he drunk calls at four o'clock in the morning when his mind is blurred, yet my name is the first and only thing he thinks about I want to be the person he thinks of when he is so high and he can't think straight but the thought of my face is always clear no matter where his mind wanders off But these are just my thoughts when I've already had five hits As I watched him across the room He probably had too many to drink and lit up a lot When he takes his last hit, he smiles at me And the thoughts I had felt like forever But only a minute passed by But when he grinned at me In that moment I wished it lasted for a long time He probably won't remember any of this the next day I know I will
lovely stoner part I
thrcy
Written by
thrcy
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem