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 rock, pop, indie, soul, jazz
Member since Dec 2011
by moklatch
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