Why is it when we fall apart,
We finally mend our broken hearts?
Still I can’t shake the thought of you..
It burns right through my scars.
So redundant, we’re playing music on a stringless guitar.
- Author: PoeticBiscuit ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2021 19:31
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Short and sweet, with no guitar strings. So beautifully done! The cracks let the light in!
Keep up the write my friend
Thank you for stopping by as always my friend! Been a while but I hope to be back with more poems.
Good write PB.
You could bash the guitar - use it as a drum! lol.
I suppose I could bring out the inner rockstar. Lol.
Chaotic indeed. Love the last stanza.
I was always taught to save the best for last 😉
Whoever taught you that is a wise one.
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