I have a guitar,
There’s a missing string.
It snapped in
my fingers, And in the silence
I looked up
hearing someone sing,
She had a pretty face
but did not notice me.
I shaped her voice into
my fingers
to be felt by their ring.
Her sound missed the notes
that came from her pretty face,
together we could leave
to play off our missing chords,
and for the silence
she had a pretty face.
I strummed into her
I swear I tried
to play her into life,
I was a chord shy
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
I have a guitar,
There’s a missing string.
It snapped in
my fingers, And in the silence
I looked up
hearing someone sing,
She had a pretty face
but did not notice me.
I shaped her voice into
my fingers
to be felt by their ring.
Her sound missed the notes
that came from her pretty face,
together we could leave
to play off our missing chords,
and for the silence
she had a pretty face.
I strummed into her
I swear I tried
to play her into life,
I was a chord shy