Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2013
I wish I had a time machine
There are so many places I’d rather be
Instead I’m stuck right here in now
With this guitar upon my knee
I play all day and dream all night
What sweet rhythms do I hear
I cast these spells of love gone bad
While I'm crying in my beer
And if I weren’t on this spiral
headed for an early grave
I’d find myself another excuse
To waste my life this way...
Ya, on my fourth beer now!
Someone Edit me, please!
Traveler
Written by
Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems