Guitar

My fingers pressed hard on the strings Feeling the slow rhythm I strummed it ever so loudly 'Til my nails hurt and bleed. Each sound it makes brings a melody That banishes the stress inside me I pour all my anger and tears in each beat And keep the pressure down to my feet. This is the song of my heart A perfect kind of art Where I mosaic the shards of my brokenness And color it with the shade of loneliness. This is my newfound love A bond only I can have Coz behind this guitar is a story That only I can understand truly.

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