The guitar in my hands
My hands unfold
My notes and my plans
My stories are told
My heart hurts with heavy
Singing my sorrow away
My hands ache and I steady
Singing my happiness to this day
The feeling I get when I strum
And sing along to the empty drum
The tunes fill my ears
And the words fill my heart
Making me whole; I turn a new shade of dark
With my new love
My eyes fill with tears
And I remember the sadness
I hear my hollow cheers
The feeling I get when I strum
And sing alone to the empty drum
The guitar in our hands
Our hands unfold
Our notes and our plans
Our stories are told
I'm now alone in my empty room
With my whole guitar
I sit upright and stare into the night
And there, the shape of my heart
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Poet
PuisiThus, my collection of poems. Please read or take a look I promise my book is not empty My life is already shook I put my feelings all out there All open and out for you! Yet you could look at my description and go back to doing what you do Just a...
