I look deep inside an acoustic guitar,
I still feel you near, even from a far.
Everytime I hear the sound of its strings,
It is the sight of you to me it brings.
The rhythm of the music choice,
Reminding me of your delicate voice,
Soft but slightly horse.
Missing the way I said your name,
Me being your midnight crave.
My heart falling for you like a child.
But, only within this mile,
I may sit and think of you
for a long while.
Waiting for the day that you pass my way
and suddenly get one of my midnight craves.
To you, its like digging up your old ways.
Always remembering sunny days,
of sweat and the sexual craves.
Guitar and string together as one
Your body and mine hearts as one
Sharing the music we play
Hopefully soon one day,
you will miss my crave.
The addiction i gave,
In one of those heart rushing kind of ways,
I was your own personal haze.
So back to the end of the good old days,
right before my heart turned into a maize.
When i first started crying,
Trying to pretend you werent just lying.
