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Loser Mar 2019
“You are failing math, but you still take the time to play guitar.
And because of this you can’t calculate the probability of how impossible it is for you to make it.
play the lottery, your chances won’t change.”

I hate how you are right.
Kushal Mar 2019
Under a tree he sits and sings,
strumming away to his heart's desire.
A man with a thought,
And a heart filled with fire.

You can hear it in his voice,
Both the pain and the pleasure.
The roughness from his throat,
As he tells you what he treasures.

You'll never see him without that guitar at his side.
He may lie when he speaks,
But there's no mistaking the truth when he sings.
Roselyn Mar 2019
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──────────║          lyrics closing                 ║─────▐────
──────────║                         as this old       ║─────▐────
──────────╚╗              guitar goes          ╔╝────██────
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i tried **** (doesn't work on mobile btw)
Merinda Feb 2019
A man and his guitar
Playing melody to redeem the sonar
Walking down the street to find a star
Bringing some heartbreaks on his jar
Cross the distance that seem so far
Wish he could numb the scar
And win the war
Lewis Irwin Feb 2019
4 years ago you walked into my life,
I remember when you first walked up the stairs.
You were extraordinary and your beauty was knife-like,
The impact you'd have in my life; I wasn't prepared.

You tamed me; my anger, my sorrow, and my pain,
Taught me how to appreciate things in a new way.
I didn't reciprocate for a bit and for that I apologise,
And if I could go back in time I would; that's no lie.

Everyday I need to hold you tight,
My days aren't the same without your dulcet voice.
I love the way you sing me to sleep in those insomnia ridden nights,
I promise to hold you, cherish you and your lasting light,
Elisé, I will love you for the rest of my life.
Jonathan Helling Feb 2019
cups of
earl gray,
cans on cans
on cans of
lukewarm beer;

to the squeals
of my guitar,
I sustain

a broken back/
a liquid diet.
a vitamin
no duet
soggy chanty
she gleefully
abet her
set in
bloom with
her trigger
hole fillet
in juice
now feverishly
the vamp
played this
orchestral piece
of mind
there with
her white
chaparral fleece
Mohannie Feb 2019


Its melodic sound
As she plucks through the strings
The music emitted was bound
As the waves rush with long rings

It humed through the air
And beamed to our ears
Her music was fair
As she serenaded her peers

The Guitar Song was loud
The Guitar Song was proud
It showed all her heart
And kept us from falling apart.


Breanna evans Jan 2019
her eyes plucked chords

on my heartstrings

and my soul sang the chorus,

but I never bothered to write the words down
sweet music that only we get to hear
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