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Stoned

Im over here bored
while he’s stoned
I just finished a book
and his head is cooked.
Blunt is his main word
and mine is work.
He wears band shirts
where I sometimes wear skirts.
Colorful hair chicks by his side
brown/black dull hair is mine.
Grades for him are failing
while my life is procrastinating.
The clock says it’s time
I’m not ready to say goodbye
But it’s a choice
because the voice told me so
It said be careful
because it’s not your turn.
Let’s see who wins this game
never mind, Lord make it rain
At least it will wash away the feels
and it will be the time to heal.

p.s. Shhh I tell my demon
my feeling towards him wont actually turn foreign