As your guitar gently weeps

La Mirada CA

Description

Cheeks red. Chest heavy. I dream about your strumming fingers. Can you play me a tune? I want to know your favorite song and hear an overzealous version of why you love that band's 2nd album better than the 1st. Let's smoke a blunt in the Trader Joe's parking lot & share a basket of non GMO goodies. I am dying to know your sign. I'll pretend like my heart doesn't beat faster when I drive by you. X