My little sister is a badass writer :p
You start simulating your guitar,
Soft strings tingling your finger.
Moves with your hair.
Circling around the square.
Hitting like you’re unaware.
Is that a wing and a prayer?
Aspiration to in despair.
Answering all the questionnaire.
Just play and let me stare
while raindrops evaporate into thin air.
This isn’t any love affair.
Please do not stop!
Cause its a jungle out there.