WISH I WERE HIGH--- a very strange, wandering sort of poem
I worked today and what else, work tomorrow; should be in bed But cloaked in sorrow what's in my head but i wanna get high Loves all a waste, Toss it out and there it lands Wherever it lands and I wanna get high Can't be straight to my friends No, no I built those walls high This fight inside,... Sign in to see full entry.