"addication" poems
Just a cloud of smoke traveling through the air as I took another puff. Ill blow a cloud in a face and dare to call my bluff. An addiction that's controlled, An addication that is wanted. I inhale it in like two best friends, we bonded. My green friend I love, my green friend I cherish. If you disappeared I couldn't bare it. My cloud of smoke I inhale with love the bond I have with you will never budge.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC