Arc low sway,
Trees in the wind blow free.
Skylines bright but cloudy,
This haze soothes me.
To be here but not really.
Experiencing low's,
While breathing new highs.
New highs and lows,
Familiar to me.
Inhale,
Exhale.
A new feeling has come to me.
Nostalgic like my favorite ice cream.
A high so satisfying.
I think he called it Sherbet,
Yeah like the ice cream.
Ask me about the strain,
It's Indica ice cream.
Strong euphoric feelings,
I guess I'm happy.
Got me relaxing now,
I'm creative because this strain,
Got me uplifted politely.
This moment has been created very nicely.
I don't have the words to express this lightly,
So I'll just thank the plug,
For hooking it up timely.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoesiaShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
