Lillies and Ghosts

Acoustic Versions of Everything

Bleed fingers,

Bleed.

Stain everything maroon.

It'd never be too soon,

To learn something new.

Now I'll just look at you,

And smile until you smile.

It sounds so bad,

So terribly bad,

But you're so red.

Now I'm red,

Promised myself,

I wouldn't be caught dead,

Feeling this way again.

"Isn't this what happens in those movies?",

You laugh,

Not original,

But not a knockoff.

I toss my head back,

"You tell me".

Acoustic versions of poetry,

Acoustic versions of movies,

Of novels.

Oh how I could sit all day long,

And listen to you rant.

Rant about nothing,

About everything.

I only see doves in your breath,

Feel harmonies on your lips.

Honey, I'm still learning guitar,

But would you let me try to,

Make music with you?

Honey, I'm still learning to love,

But can you still let me waste years of your life.

Because,

Even if this all goes mainstream,

There will still be our original,

Acoustic versions of everything.