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Little smile Written on a sheet of notebook paper Guitar strings Plucked by a boy who's midnight hair masks his true personality Shy kid of 17 No visible emotions just strings Guitar strings You look at him with broken promises from past lovers tattooed to your pupils While the only thing made permanent in his are music notes And though those are there for you too The cons outweigh the pros An open mic night Who could've guessed that what I was planning on as "just another open mic" might have turned into this But things don't always go as planned For me they almost never do And while I usually try to view the glass as as full More times than not things turn out the opposite way Leaving me... Half empty So think of this poem as your warning I know more than anyone that sometimes it may seem like my baggage is deemed too heavy to carry And if it appears to be too much for you Just do me a favor and let me know before I unpack into your space Guitar strings caught my attention Loose threads on the sweater of my unraveling attention span Take a chance Take the plunge Let yourself fall into a new romance Don't think Just.. Do.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Guitar Strings
Little smile Written on a sheet of notebook paper Guitar strings Plucked by a boy who's midnight hair masks his true personality Shy kid of 17 No visible emotions just strings Guitar strings You look at him with broken promises from past lovers tattooed to your pupils While the only thing made permanent in his are music notes And though those are there for you too The cons outweigh the pros An open mic night Who could've guessed that what I was planning on as "just another open mic" might have turned into this But things don't always go as planned For me they almost never do And while I usually try to view the glass as as full More times than not things turn out the opposite way Leaving me... Half empty So think of this poem as your warning I know more than anyone that sometimes it may seem like my baggage is deemed too heavy to carry And if it appears to be too much for you Just do me a favor and let me know before I unpack into your space Guitar strings caught my attention Loose threads on the sweater of my unraveling attention span Take a chance Take the plunge Let yourself fall into a new romance Don't think Just.. Do.
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julia-marie-wagner
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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