Rolling Paper Poems

I slam the keys of your piano

Toss your ash tray up in the air

 Watch the ash fall down  and the glass bounce and shatter

What do you expect?

I've given in

I'm mad at myself

Feel like im going against myself

How many sentances can you fit in a piece of rolling paper?

Maybe only one

I've given in

You must have know it what come to this

You were always more pratical than me

My eyes are on my feet

Watching them  dance as I walk

All you want to do is smoke up and watch movies

We tried to bridge the gap

Raise the plateau

But i just think this is it

Lets part ways when we can still call each other friends but never ever call each other

And pretend we don't see each other in crowds

The End

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