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Guitar Strings
The strings played every note so clearly the notes my voice had forever tried to grasp,
The way your fingers strummed the work of my own hands...
So effortlessly as though you were meant to play them and thus have me.
Maybe I fell for false words hidden behind the melody of guitar strings or was it the way you tuned my soul into focus?
Maybe it was the way you played the melody of my dormant self, possibility i fell for the guitar strings strumming my thoughts into lines.
Suppose it could have been that illusion that words carried meaning and that music is life that led my guard towers fall to ground allowing you entrance into my depths.
I suppose its a possibility that my walls came crashing down when you played a note, because at that moment the voice of your old guitar was the other half of my own.
Maybe at at the moment I heard myself in that old guitar was the moment my heart left to be one with yours.
Maybe thats the reason behind the hollows that stare me down now,
Possibility I gave away all I bared to an old guitar and a familiar tune that changed its melody to my undoing.
Possibly
How
You
Destroyed
Me....
The way your fingers strummed the work of my own hands...
So effortlessly as though you were meant to play them and thus have me.
Maybe I fell for false words hidden behind the melody of guitar strings or was it the way you tuned my soul into focus?
Maybe it was the way you played the melody of my dormant self, possibility i fell for the guitar strings strumming my thoughts into lines.
Suppose it could have been that illusion that words carried meaning and that music is life that led my guard towers fall to ground allowing you entrance into my depths.
I suppose its a possibility that my walls came crashing down when you played a note, because at that moment the voice of your old guitar was the other half of my own.
Maybe at at the moment I heard myself in that old guitar was the moment my heart left to be one with yours.
Maybe thats the reason behind the hollows that stare me down now,
Possibility I gave away all I bared to an old guitar and a familiar tune that changed its melody to my undoing.
Possibly
How
You
Destroyed
Me....
Published 17th Nov 2016
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17th Nov 2016 9:53pm
Who knows why we really fall for someone. Is it just to fulfill something within us that's empty? Is it because w just want to be in love with someone who affects us? Being a musician, I appreciated this one a lot. There are many who have the ability to affect others, especially women, with their guitar.
17th Nov 2016 10:00pm
I'm a guitar player/vocalist myself, music has a huge impact on my life, hence where the idea for the poem. Thank you Autumn!
18th Nov 2016 1:25am
Aaawww... Felt the bittersweet memories in this n that old tune of sadness reminded me of why it hurt to read this...
18th Nov 2016 2:14am
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18th Nov 2016 10:39pm
18th Nov 2016 6:09am
When I read this I thought, "The way your fingers strummed the work of my own hands", the narrator could have been the song writer who had found the best man to play her tune.
Favourite lines (at least one of which had me thinking walls of Jericho etc collapsing):
Maybe it was the way you played the melody of my dormant self, possibility i fell for the guitar strings strumming my thoughts into lines.
Suppose it could have been that illusion that words carried meaning and that music is life that led my guard towers fall to ground allowing you entrance into my depths.
I suppose its a possibility that my walls came crashing down when you played a note, because at that moment the voice of your old guitar was the other half of my own.
Favourite lines (at least one of which had me thinking walls of Jericho etc collapsing):
Maybe it was the way you played the melody of my dormant self, possibility i fell for the guitar strings strumming my thoughts into lines.
Suppose it could have been that illusion that words carried meaning and that music is life that led my guard towers fall to ground allowing you entrance into my depths.
I suppose its a possibility that my walls came crashing down when you played a note, because at that moment the voice of your old guitar was the other half of my own.
18th Nov 2016 11:07am
