When tears threat to come,
I pick up my guitar and start to
s t r u m .

And every chord has great meaning to me,
A minor, C sharp, G major, B.

I play those strings,
and they play me;
crisp,
smooth,
rich,
and clean.

I hug it's body and my fingers dance;
I play as if it's my last chance.

I hug it tighter and close my eyes.
It's a heaven;
a blessing in disguise.

It may be dead
but it's so alive,
it invigorates me and
makes me survive.


Six strings on my guitar,
bringing me

so close

and yet

so far.

no one has ever loved me enough to stay. until you.

if i know what love is, it's because of you.

you are my good days, the entire reason why i have a good life.

you are my home, and i never want to leave.

i've been through so much pain. please, be my peace.

i want to see you. i want to kiss you. i want to hug you. i want to laugh with you. i just want to be with you.

distance means so little when someone means so much.

it doesn't matter where i'm at. i'm yours.

i want to wake up where you are.