i decided to learn playing guitar weeks ago
now that i know some chords
i’m trying to play a song
pressing the calloused tip of my fingers
on blade like strings
feeling them against my skin
i glided my right thumb to strum on
too bad, music sounds so eerie
just like my feelings of catastrophe
maybe, just maybe, the guitar and my soul
are connected as one
sure i am literally playing a melody of mine
called ‘the calloused touches’
YOU ARE READING
in my head
Poésie❝ i bleed ink when i'm lost. ❞ ranks: #141 in billieeilish #49 in shortpoems #262 in poetrycollection
