Rasp

Poem about my first love, Mary Jane.

Not one thing must matter

Mystery as she acts

She keeps the chatter

 

Within my soul

With grounded roots

I'll always know

 

That keeps me going

Deep inside my veins

The love keeps showing

 

Through many nights & pains

I struggle to grasp

She keeps me talking

 

Til' my voice is rasp

Author's Note

Critiques welcome.