Don't cha, Play Guitar ....For
It's not rock n roll to me!
I've a lonely.... couch, for two.
That sits forlorn, in the shadow....
of my words.
Where the music of the dead,
fills my soul.
And while brown leather, colours, my mood.
Wistfully, I serenade my dreams.
A mile, I walked to far.
I tarried, way too long.
And now
I seek my sleep.
Giajl © Jim Love