“So where’s the problem here she asked,”
“I’m not sure anymore, it ran away with my heart.
Right after it ripped it out.”
It’s once again broken,
Though I know it can be repaired,
The battle wounds will never be restored.
Turning the keys will never be the same.
Though the melody will sing,
The song will never be comparable.
You will never know how it feels.
Never realize the discomfort,
Unless you too, had to endure a broken guitar.