An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Air guitar

Mars seems so habitable right nowthe flat air and silencethe desert sand and rockshues of yellow and redlike the colors in my heart for yousitting side by side with youas we watch this dead landso alive next to youawakens the childish spirit in mewith the tune of your air guitarwhile you play with your hairs

You really got me

Colors in the city

When the cold weather recedes, the days are bright and the air is flowy and fresh I turn into a majestic peacock dancing for you, dancing to the tune of your love you make me alive, even in my dying days these city walls collapse, and it becomes paradise I can live here, like this,

Like your guitar

Play me Like How you play your Guitar Please, please Please…