Bars and Guitars
Tap and tabs overflowing
escaping from everyday life
you come home undergoing
a feeling of safety from the night life
you feel lost in the hustle
wishing you never left her at home
for one moment of bustle
with freedom you need not to comb
so one day you wake up
and realize what's it all for
quietly you stumble to stand up
as you walk into the door
she prays this will expire in her memoirs
for she stays true to her vows
her competition is bars and guitars
his is growing up from the drowse
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2021
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