By : Aemieinks
Strings of steel, a heart of wood,
Each note a tear, misunderstood.
The music weeps, a mournful sound,
As teardrops fall, upon the ground.
A lonely tune, a whispered plea,
The guitar cries, for what can't be.
Each chord a sigh, a broken vow,
The teardrops fall, and I don't know how.
The strings they sing, of love and loss,
A bittersweet, and painful cross.
The guitar weeps, a mournful strain,
Teardrops of joy, and teardrops of pain.
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Poems from the heart
Poetry" if a writer falls inlove with you, you can never die." - A short poem collection by yours truly. Disclaimer : I'm really not that good at poetry so please bare with me. You may also encounter typographical and grammatical errors.
