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The Unwanted Guitar
Strike my chords until I'm perfect
No matter how long it takes
Pull my strings to stop the hate
I don't care about the stakes
Play me until I sound perfect
A fine tuned guitar
Strum until I'm done
No melody unplayed
Tell me,
Is she smiling yet?
Polish me raw
Until I shine brightly
A sight to see
Did she even notice me?
Take this old acoustic
And make it electric
To blow her away
Even if I'm plain the next day
Even after I'm brand new
She still hates me
Locked away in my case
To never be played again
(Not actually about love... more like family issues)
No matter how long it takes
Pull my strings to stop the hate
I don't care about the stakes
Play me until I sound perfect
A fine tuned guitar
Strum until I'm done
No melody unplayed
Tell me,
Is she smiling yet?
Polish me raw
Until I shine brightly
A sight to see
Did she even notice me?
Take this old acoustic
And make it electric
To blow her away
Even if I'm plain the next day
Even after I'm brand new
She still hates me
Locked away in my case
To never be played again
(Not actually about love... more like family issues)
Published 15th Nov 2014
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- Edited 15th Nov 2014 5:03pm
15th Nov 2014 4:40pm
Sounds like it's about a guitar at first glance but now I'm beginning to read more into this poem.
15th Nov 2014 4:54pm
