"wur" poems
life is me not us so to us life is smoke so i smoke life and she get me highier then u will eva know so blaze to the end of days but life is love also so why when she speak to me i dont see her but i hear her so wat is love thats not here in my heart but i feel her there they say time will tell all the question is when is that time goin to be here cuzz the heart hurts speakin fr a person thats in love or is it but i know love is there im stuck in two worlds one real tha other a fantasy all at the same time they feel tha same blunts keep me here in the real world sober keep me in the fantasy funny rite but that kills slowly so to my love i need u and to my heart i dont feel u so wur is the body lost in all the blunts or cigs to others or wateva keep u in the real world in the end love ur life make to ur comfort
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC
aint got no home?
watz wit der smokey ayes
aint got no famly
no roof?
wur you goin, bro?
i aint got no dolla
no mo pahwuh
no momma
son gone stoopid
dotter freakin out
in der good
im broke and dun fer
gotta a spare coin?
i can sing
from me soul. yeah
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC