I will
always
find
you
close
my six
strings
plucked
in the
dark
or day
there's no need for me
to speak my soul for what
must be said you will know
from the lyrics i sing and
six strings i play you help
me get through every day
a man made thing to help me by
six simple strings played
from my heart.
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Author:
LiterateLesbian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a short poem representing how playing my guitar helps me release bottled up feelings. I find myself reaching for my guitar in times of need and despair. Ill play it when i'm happy or when im crying too. Ill play the strings hard until my fingers bleed or pluck them softly to a cute melody. I like to use a guitar as a way to let go, it's just me and the guitar and nothing else in the world matters when we are alone.
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Comments1
Playing any music is always a way to let go and reform you mind.
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