My bad I think I just put the url last time sooo here ya go!
Stoners Prayer
Now I pass out into sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Grant no other stoner take
My weed and bong before I wake
Keep me safely in thy sight
And grant no crackhead’s thrill tonight
And in the morning let me awake
Breathing scents of wake ‘n bake
God protect me in my dreams
and make this better than it seems
Grant the time may siwftly fly
When myself shall be so high
In a green grass weed bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
And the smell of bammer smoked by beans
Take me back into the land
Where the cops never take you out
Where the weed won’t burn my throat like sand;
Where the scent of chronis blows
Where the good Mary Jane grows;
Take me back and I’ll promise then
Never to leave BC again..
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now
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Tickle me Elmo?
Someday, when we both reminisce we’ll both say, ‘There wasn’t too much we missed,’ and through the tears we’ll smile when we recall we haad it all for just a moment.
-St. Elmo’s Fire
Miss me?
Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you wil
What is love? <3
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.-St. Augustine
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I let yu see a side of me that I don’t share with anyone. Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled. Yu knew from the beginning all I had to offer yu was my heart,I’m sorry that wasn’t enough. So we’ll go our own ways,&hopefully you’ll remember the things I’ve told yu,hopefully you’ll understand that everything I said was in sincerity..a broken heart is not what I wanted from this,but I guess I’ve learned from it. But aren’t yu suppose to learn from your mistakes?I don’t consider this a mistake,I just wish the story didn’t end this way, cause I’m still in love with the person who helped me write it.
