Guitar Cry:
Playing notes
Under moonless sky
Stuck with nothing
But my guitar cry
Teardrops land
On the blur of us
Trusted in forever
But it turned to dust
Love songs are never
Meant for me
You're just a stranger
In another story
Playing notes
Under this moonless sky
Hoping you'll hear
This guitar cry...
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
