you play my heartstrings
like a country star plays her guitar
you sometimes pick up and play
without even thinking about it
it's just spo instinctual a habit
you'r just so used to it
it comes so naturally
like breathing in your sleep
or in my case
thinking so much you can't breathe
the songs you play come out
a little bit at a time
like you're writing them as you go
they sometimes sound like
diamonds falling on a glass floor
broken and beautiful but
the opening to a new door
and sometimes they sound a little but different
like they're just trying so hard to become music
but that one string is too old, been played too long
and with a metallic ringing it breaks
and the sound of your insturment of choice
settles quicklier than i would like
into the silence. of the empy space.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
you play my heartstrings
like a country star plays her guitar
you sometimes pick up and play
without even thinking about it
it's just spo instinctual a habit
you'r just so used to it
it comes so naturally
like breathing in your sleep
or in my case
thinking so much you can't breathe
the songs you play come out
a little bit at a time
like you're writing them as you go
they sometimes sound like
diamonds falling on a glass floor
broken and beautiful but
the opening to a new door
and sometimes they sound a little but different
like they're just trying so hard to become music
but that one string is too old, been played too long
and with a metallic ringing it breaks
and the sound of your insturment of choice
settles quicklier than i would like
into the silence. of the empy space.
some credit to - the beatles, demon hunter, whoever i heard rhyme star and guitar, and whoever it was that sings the song "broken and beautiful"
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