"termoile" poems
**** blunts, joints
They are the same endless termoile
Causing pain
And arguments
Constant disagreements
Disappointed
Why would society allow this
A form of escape that if you take it away
That person hates you
Resents you for
I’m not proud
I’m trying to protect you
From what I thought was true
I thought it was bad for you.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC