Oh, my guitarist

You've got those bright green eyes that could light up the world
and no one could ever hold you back.
Singing your songs up into the air
with every string of your guitar.
You were made for this but you were never made for me.
And then life steps in and we're both just pictures left unframed.

Your laughs are the earthquakes beneath this place
and we're shaking to die, shaking to live, shaking to breathe.
The stars shoot across the sky and you make your last wish to whoever listens.
Wishing that maybe the pain will strum away,
just like the words intertwined with each melody you create.

They say we're all looking for something but you,
No you look for nothing. 
Nothing that can change within it self, turning it all into something
Something new and full of spite.
Understood to comprehend only to explain to the world
Or at least to whoever listens.

The paper you steal is white as snow with emptiness written all over it.
You sing to feed your cathartic hunger.
And your thirst lies in your happiness. 
Smiles and tears; Where your heart lies,
and here I stand with my world in pieces.
My debris infiltrates your soul and we are a new blend.

You sing the songs of tragedy with no one to hear but me.
Play your songs, guitarist, play your songs.
Play it for me or play it for whoever listens.

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[darkgurl]

You sing to feed your cathartic hunger.
And your thirst lies in your happiness.
Smiles and tears; Where your heart lies,
and here I stand with my world in pieces.


I enjoyed this stanza, I am not sure what cathartic means!
This is a very well written write, i enjoyed this.

[deeps]

WOW!! This is one powerful and gripping write.
I like this wriet alot, such amazing flow.