Poems from Guitarist1
Why must everyone talk to me . When I can not truly answer back.
I feel more regret , than a boy who argued with his dad before he had a...
I play the guitar hoping to get far.
Not just to get by , but enough defy.
All who resent me , with a youthful burst of energy.
They tell...
Here we are in the world of me.
With your only reason , to please me.
Although I do feel something with an ever growing rage.
Like your...
Dead asleep , she came to liven me.
We took a stroll down a perfect road.
So I knew it was a dream.
Finally I was able to see her soul was...