"Breathe it in."
They tell me to;
"The rush will feel like something new."
The smoke in the car is thick...
Just like Due.
"You'll like the rush, don't make me tell you to."
I hold my nose, fast and so tight,
It leaves fingerprints,
That last threw the night.
"The high is powerful, like a king's might."
The blunt ends up in my hands,
"Take one whiff. I KNOW you can."
I lift the blunt to my lips,
But before I take that whiff,
My heart just skips,
I pass off the blunt
to another person,
Their eyes bloodshot, and their judgment worsened.
"What a coward."
A snide remark.
And my heart gets slowly torn apart.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:59 PM UTC
"Breathe it in."
They tell me to;
"The rush will feel like something new."
The smoke in the car is thick...
Just like Due.
"You'll like the rush, don't make me tell you to."
I hold my nose, fast and so tight,
It leaves fingerprints,
That last threw the night.
"The high is powerful, like a king's might."
The blunt ends up in my hands,
"Take one whiff. I KNOW you can."
I lift the blunt to my lips,
But before I take that whiff,
My heart just skips,
I pass off the blunt
to another person,
Their eyes bloodshot, and their judgment worsened.
"What a coward."
A snide remark.
And my heart gets slowly torn apart.