She strums
Like her snaky fingers
were meant for no other
than her guitar,
While
she sucks in the air
In a way so divine
then lets it all go
In rhymes that
marry her wailing guitar
So faithfully and
So truly..
so truly that her tears flow;
tears that are her soul’s dew
thawing away
Washing,
cleansing
and bathing her..
Eroding away
the muck
that describes her life.
The beats
remain the only drug
that her troubled world
knows and understands
Music…