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Nov 2011
Latching the guitar
Treating her so bad
Not realising what he had
Nor understanding
But frustrating
Imprisoning

Tightened the strings
Tried to scratch on his name
She didn’t give way
Stood up
Walked away
Left him in the mud

Running through darkness
Emerging hands from dirt
Grabbing groping
In their graveyard of ambition
But failed to grasp her music
All her beautiful notes


The path I’d taken
Left my heart forsaken
Like her I was breaking
We met on this road
Looking with vanity
So nice to see
Naïve for not realising
What we could be

Glancing at me
Her strings like a palette
Made me smile with glee
The music she played
Was in my heart too
I wanted her with me
So I plead

We can see the world together
I won’t hold you with a tether
Please just rest upon my back
You’ve spent too long on that rack
Life is simple by this way
For I will tune you every day
If your string shall ever break
A new one with my voice I’ll make

You were always the same
In everyone’s eyes
But what’s perceived is different
To me you’re perfect
Each string is beautiful
From the highest chord
To the softest strum
Each makes my heart jump.
Written by
David
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