There once was a boy who fell in love with his guitar.
With a smile he would take her her to his favorite “only boy rockers
allowed” bar.
And at night when alone in there own secret place
His fingers caressed her shiny red body and face.
He would sing to her stories ,as lust filled his eyes, of love, loss,
tragedy,and other girls lies.
And it was ok she only told him things he wanted to hear.
Unlike all the others, her adoration was nothing to fear
.
He could leave her for days, weeks even years.
She always waited patient, even if he had drank 3001 beers.
Never stopping his touch with
with shaky drunk hands.
Even knowing those hands had touched all the members of last nights all
girl band
See his guitar never judged him or made him feel bad, like all his fricken
trendy ex-girlfriends always had.
No his guitar made him happy, and only asked of him this
For him to stay a dirty punk rocker not giving a piss
About the author:
Born & raised in the cornfields of Indiana . I am a single mom , with a love for all that this ugly,beautiful ,dump of a world has to offer. This is all a little new to me but as long as boys keep breaking hearts, and humans remain selfish , I will continue to write .Ann Manion
