Instruments Inside Me Poem, by Gelyn \"GeeGold\" Guinto, at My poetic side

= Drums =

Every time you send me messages,

The beating of my heart sounds just like this:

Boom, boom, tug,

Boom, boom, tug.

Drumming deep inside my stomach,

Leaving my ears all red and hot.

= Guitar =

Strumming and plucking through every thread of my veins,

From the tips of my toes straight up to my brain.

We're worlds apart,

That's what we are.

I'm positioned at the first fret,

While you're up at the guitar's neck.

= Piano =

Like the black and white piano keys,

Inside me, you are the harmony.

You can play all your songs;

I don't mind if you get them wrong.

Even if you step on me like a pedal,

I'll still place you on a pedestal.

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Lately, I've been trying

To pull my heart back once again.

No more boom, boom, tug,

No more strumming through my veins,

Because no one's been playing the drums, guitar, or piano lately.

And most of all

No more harmony....

Oct 2016

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