"frozensmoke" poems
Feeling lost , with every tick ,
Smoking herb , for thoughts to click .
Spiral smoke , coming out ,
I felt at peace , without a doubt .
Inhaling bliss , exhaling fears ,
At below zero , there are no tears .
Truth is truth , so truth be told ,
I burnt something , but it feels so cold .
Soon enough , this twilight will end ,
And in this sky , the colors will blend .
But life goes on , around the clock ,
So let me have , my frozen smoke .
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC