his guitar

he can't play, he can't sing, he's everything inside of me

Fingers pressed to strings,

throbbing muscles tell you to retreat

but no, you play on,

pushing out melodies at a steady flow,

putting on a show

 

sound is vibration,

the unsettling movement of the strings beneath your fingers tantalizes you,

the idea of inspiring someone in dire need of it draws you into the music,

you begin to lose yourself in the movement

 

your eyes are closed but you can see,

what all you mean to me

coy and shy,

but honest,

you won't sugar coat anything,

you play me your feelings,

and even without words,

i can hear your heart is speaking

Author's Note

im sorry that this poem isnt something you can relate to, or really care about.

Reviews

[Meredith Leigh]

Do not apologize! This is so great and emotional. I love everything about this (especially because it has to do with a guitar!) Awesome job!!

- Kriss

[Silvario]

Very enjoyable. Well written with a smooth flow. Creative and penned with a clear message.

well done indeed. :)

[(:]

I like it. :)

[Flow~]

I think it is cute, he cant sing, he can't play but his music is melodies from his heart, that is truly sweet you have to admit it. This one made me smile! I guess the cup is half full after all :)