Mary,
Mary may I?
Mary may I get a puff?
Can I smoke ya?
Til my mind is numb.
Til my pain is dim.
Til all I feel is you?
Mary Jane?
My bestfriend.
The only feeling,
I let within.
You feed my soul.
My sanity.
Stop the attacks,
My body feeds me.
You,
Every puff,
Inhaling deep.
You are my peace.
The only thing,
That has stopped me,
From me.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
