every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
