THC, Depression & Vitamin C

She had clear blue eyes, hair the color of fire. breath full of desire- Her words she utters are passion led The curses I've lectured I've force fed. I can't walk away- With every step I turn and glance her way. The water is ankle deep, I still have wishes in a cup. You have and always will be enough So I weed the garden with the girl in black, I take antibiotics to rid me of the aches, and decay. take me away