Lost

As I sit and ponder,
Pondering, I sit.
My mind forcing me into
Thinking hard about it.

It's like this old bitch,
You know, nagging a lot?
The thoughts are even there,
When we sit smoking pot.

But I like it how it is,
Hope we never change.
Who cares what they say,
Or if they think us strange!

Of course you'll never know,
What my feelings are.
If I ever said the words,
I'm sure I would fall hard.

I just found this out, you see,
By knowing what I would do,
If given a choice of last time spent,
I would want my kids...

And you.
©Serena J. Bishop