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Guitar Man

By: Mistress of Word Play

Page 1, I picked up his favorite guitar. Played it till my fingers bled.

I picked up his favorite guitar.
Played it till my fingers bled.
He’s the one who’s a rock star.
I chose to write the words instead.
 
Every night he’s on that stage
and I’m still his greatest fan.
You think he’d learn to act his age.
My love, that rock and roll man.
 
Another tour bus, another town
Equipment and endless sessions
Another failure, another crown
his indiscretions and confessions.
 
He never seems to notice me
when on that stage he plays.
He’s lost within that harmony
and fame’s addicting fiery blaze.
 
But when the music comes to an end
and the applause finally dies
He smiles as the curtains descend
and I’m captured in those eyes.

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