"pass it"

I take a drag, filling my lungs with the sweet Mary- Jane

I see your eyes, your hair, your freckles as if you are a newly discovered galaxy

I watch your slow, drugged movements in awe

your fingers creating poetry on the tips of mine as you remove the blunt

I see your face dopily moving towards mine

my mind is rushing in the lustful kind of way

"do you feel it?" you ask

and if by feel it you mean the unavoidable attraction I have to you, to your body- the craving I have towards your lips

"it just hit me real hard..."

Your sticky and moist on my fingertips,
I pull you apart to push to my lips.
My tongue follows the folds of your skin,
Becoming light as I hold you in.

Dancing with you burns my desire,
Bringing me close as you hold onto fire.
I Taste you as I exhale so slow,
I feel your touch as you come and go.

Rolling my fingers over your paper skin.
Holding you close as I breath you in.
I pull on you for one final kiss,
Searching in you for something I miss.

Returning again and again to **** the pain,
Just me, myself and MaryJane.

iUsed To Be A Dope Dealer .
**** Turned On Me, Now im The Dope Feind.
Mary Jane Used To Be My Main its
Insane, Now iGot Methamphetamine
iN My Veins.
& iDont Give A ****** **** iLove
Them Stronger Drugs
iDont Take Em To Avoid Problems.
iCan Solve Them.
iDo iT For The High & Them
Dialated Eyes.
Can You See That iM Krazie
****** Up Mentality Since The Age
Of 13.
iGet Twisted So My Life Can Look Unrealistic iGot That Sick Sober High
My Times Quickly Passing By.

I know when everyone is gone
And the whole world has their backs turned
I can turn to you
Thank you
Mary Jane

I used to have these shoes,
Worn down and eventually to small.
But I adored them,
Danced in them till the joy faded and they could no longer hold me.

Black and new,
I once thought of the places they would take me.
Dreaming of childish possibilities. Never knowing that they could hold happiness.

I wore these shoes when you loved me most,
Growing and never fading from the feelings of those Mary Jane's,
The lace socks so pretentious.

I wore these shoes when the world was pure.
Way back when pretty things fit little girls,
And daughters where meant to love fathers.

I remember them more,
As you fade into the years.
A flash back of what I have thrown away.
Worn Mary Janes,
Still shinny but they fit so tight,
That day you left me behind.

I feel so **** guilty  
Because I love Mary Jane
She makes me feel so high
She takes away the pain

She is not a drug
She is considered my friend
She’s always been there for me
She’s here until the end

I will continue to get high
Because I love the way she feels
She makes me feel so different
She makes me feel so real

So thank you Mary Jane
For always being here
You’re my girl forever
Please, never disappear