Lost in the complex melodies,
Oh guitar,
you are a shroud of mist wrapped around me,
blocking out everything.
You are an escape
to get away from everything and focus.

Your beautiful sounds are like honey,
and water for the thirsty.
Food for the hungry.
You feed the soul and keep the mind sharp.
Your cold smooth touch
is refreshing.

Why do you tempt me?
You sit in my room as I do homework.
You beg,
beg to be played.
Your slender neck and smooth skin.
You say, "Escape, escape to me."
And I do.
That sweet, intoxicating sound fills the room again,
and I'm free.
Life stands still and waits for you,
oh guitar,
for you to finish.
Then tempt me another day.