I played guitar,
with each string attached to my heart.
With each strum my heart gave a plea,
which I hadn't completely accepted, until lately.
A plea for everything to end,
if not my sorrows then for the world to bend.
Bend enough so that I could smile,
not this one, the one which I have left behind.
My smile which I don't see now,
my smile which everyone adored as far as I know.
My guitar holds pieces of my heart,
some pieces which, even if broken, should never part.
Hence I keep my only guitar,
the closest to my heart.
It has those secrets which no one knows,
it has that tenderness which only I own.
It has the power over me to make me smile,
it has the power to make me fall in love, a little more each time.
YOU ARE READING
All the words I couldn't say
PoetryThis poetry book is like a beautiful journey through the rollercoaster of emotions. It captures the essence of heartbreak, love, friendship, happiness, and sadness. Get ready to dive into a world of heartfelt verses that will touch your soul and res...
