Sweet notes trailin down my neck Eyes closing to keep the sweat at bay, away from my line of sight So I can feel the beat flowing through my chest Clenching my teeth Seething my lungs with blissful power As my guitar sings its own song happy to be free
11/16/08
This poem is based around the feeling of being on stage.
Eagle Akira · Sun Nov 16, 2008 @ 10:56pm · 0 Comments |