Busy on drugs
Heavy sleeping tonight,
The flowers on my bed,
An old monk besides,
Buttery smell all over,
Feeling peace after war.
An absolute disaster!
A waste of currency,
Dreams smells like cash,
Uncontrollable mind,
Needs to forget her,
After high on drugs.
Wake me up after days,
Leave me to leave her.
Undergrowth heart felt,
The flow of warm blood.
If someone calls me,
Tell her, busy on drugs.
Copyright © Meetkumar Tailor | Year Posted 2024
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