"She was the guitar waiting for her soulmate."
Am a brand new Guitar,
Haven't been played yet.
A little untuned,
It's for yours to set.
Tune Me to your rhythm,
Tune me to your beats.
Tune me to your own pace,
With every heart beat.
Know my chords,
Thy know my strings.
Know me in every proportion,
From capstan to Bridge Pin.
Fret over my clumsiness,
Fret over my Feels.
Wonder on the randomness,
Of sounds I steal.
Keep me Safe ,
But don't keep me calm,
I am destined to play,
The moment I landed in your Palm.
YOU ARE READING
Souvenirs
PoetryEvery person or situation that came in my life has handed me a part of themselves, good or bad, they were like souvenirs for me. They made me feel something and make me go through unique emotions every time. Sometimes I got the same thing twice and...
