The chords of my guitar

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Broken guitar....

Submitted: September 29, 2017

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Strumming my guitar as gently as can be,

My heart breaking apart right in front of me.

Loosened chords; an acoustic sound,

Desperate wails I wish to drown.

Searching for valor that I lack,

While ballads play right in the back.

A hostage heart begins to ache,

And fragile cords begin to break.

The silence’s loud and unforgiving,

I can’t afford this cost of living.

An injured soul with broken wings,

A faulty heart just like my strings.

Useless guitar that’s very old,

My scorn I gave for it to hold.

Stagnant time and obscure days,

This guitar I’ll set ablaze.

Except my heart won’t be free,

Because this guitar belongs to me.



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