azurae & smokeA Story by brianna vegachapter four. smoke & azurae smoke was in the bed room living here for a year with his step sister one morning i woke alarm bang bang bang wait thats not right oh s**t someones at the door i hastily get up rearange my self open up familar face i met him in another city smokes homeboy im nervous i wake smoke its almost seven in the am they talk blaze i leave after the kid smokes excited something somethings coming i leave go to school take two buses i feel so happy yet worried that night i got a ride home dutch was all happy yay out or high i think e ate his brain like a pac man and ghost we got home sandi is in her world and sky blue is in his room drunk and watching tv i get home he serves me weed so i wont get mad i hate how he bribees meee he goes babie want som kedamine? how can i deny a high he bribes me he teases i take and dont feel it i hate my past tolerance so high or this is just bad i knew the kid looked sketchy he drove here from tthree or four towns away at seven in the morning so my baby goes baby you want sugar smoke oh smoke i love you son you test my limits try my boundaries a hundred times in a row a cycle our whole life and i still challenge you i dont remember how many lines how many sniffles i still wasnt high but i felt a lil numb we felll asleeep. i dream i dream. this is better than home and tiny windows nurse nurse im stil awake baby you sleep alone today its day three its all blended together im sitting here smoking the bowkls that were packed yay made you sick but i still cant feel it did god make me immune? no ones up i cant sleep so another drink im a writer after all i need to feel open gosh why do we falll city after city state after state i never thought id see nineteen i miss your brother the first bed wee owned the freedom now were chained but ill follow you smoke trying to keep us afloat books words by my side. © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on May 14, 2010 Last Updated on May 14, 2010 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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