I tower over the mahogany
frame, left arm draped
across a cool shoulder, thumb cocked to pound out
trigger notes, Head bowed, I strum with an open hand too numb to feel the difference, Sometimes, I wish my woman was wood.


Top tags  indie, electronic, alternative, rock, indie rock

Member since  Dec 2011

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