I'll grab my lighter
For the flames be lit
To make it a little brighter
My little green bic
My crematoria such a might
To hit gives you whiplash
For a tiny little pipe
One hit and its ash
Beyond the space rover
I dear not to shout
But will you come over
And smoke me out?
Chill
Relax
Smoke
Breathe
Take some time
To reflect upon each day
Stress and anxiety a non factor
These feelings, or the feelings you feel
Replaced by calm sensations
To your surprise
You can't spell life
Without lofi
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About the Creator
Noivad's Meops
Peace and love to all, feel free to look over my poems and stuff and tell me if its cool or not
IG: projectnoivadddddd
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