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Just about my habit.


Submitted:Jan 30, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


It is going to be a long ass day
if I don't get my weed
things are bitter seems far away
I have a habit to feed
So hard to stop and when I think I am on top
I go away and fuck it all
tell myself its fine and its one last time
go ahead and make the phone call
slap him five collect my bag
now I'm feeling a little smug
feeling more alive turn on my swag
I am sorted Iv got my drug
I know it makes effect but I can never reject
a nice piece of green bud
I want my own crop I just cant stop
pretty much in my blood
trust me its no longer a want it is a need
I try and try and try
It is a habit, A habit I must feed
I just have to get high
I observe my bong and think there is nothing wrong
smoking the plants mother nature made
unless you borrow until tomorrow
and there is debt to be paid
I am going to crack if he does not text back
at the side of each phone
always the same a fucking waiting game
I should just grow a farm of my own
I got someplace to go times going slow
I really really need my weed
I hope for everyone I get my run
I do have a habit to feed
And so I return with green to burn
with a pretense smile upon my face
believe it or not but I have actually forgot
where to find that happy place
just because you have no fear does not mean you're not insecure
feels stable this way
nothing else for me here and you can never bank for sure
for anyone to just stay
I have a issue, a mess, a habit
but it is mine and only mine
so take you, your stress and other bullshit
with my habit of a lifetime
nothing will change no matter what you cuss'
I will always itch for this
fine someone else and somewhere else to fuss'
I wont bitch and your bitching I wont miss
I am as high as the kites just below the clouds
there is no coming down anymore
no longer afraid of heights take more than my body allows
just chill, lay here on the floor
its a part of me, it will continue
and that will be the end of it
leave it be, nothing to do with you
maybe its not fine or "one last time" but its mine, its my habit.





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