I sit pensively
Alone on the futon,
Waiting to take him home,
But she already has.
He hides away
Deep in the shadows
Deceiving me;
He is with her.
His lips caress hers,
Never mine;
His mind, on her,
Never me.
MaryJane decays his mind;
MaryJane distorts his brain.
MaryJane distracts his vision;
MaryJane deserves to die.
She, a volatile chemical;
She, a lucid curse!
Taking him to her forbidden kingdom;
Taking him straight to Hell.
He cheats on me
With MaryJane,
The woman I cannot see,
The temptation I cannot fathom.
To him, she breathes life.
To him, she births death.
She is the Genie in the bottle;
She is the wishes he will never be granted.
Cannabis, banisher of nightmares and destroyer of dreams, you've captured it beautifully, but you should try to do a poem on the lighter side of life.
I like this. It's true what weed does to you, you brain and your relationships. You expressed it in a cool way.
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Pot does some bad stuff and I have seen a great relationship turn to dust because of it, and a beauty queen become just a duggie. DONT DO DRUGS! ! ! drugs destroy families and lives. ~MC~