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Guitar Man

You said that you could only
survive on a guitar
I hide my face in the
dimples of your back and said,
“What about me,” meekly.
But you didn’t hear,
you were already dreaming.

I waited to long.

I had a dream that night
that I was your guitar
and you would strum my
strings with consistency
singing your soft melody.

And when I woke up
I found the blue cotton sheets
empty.

I waited to long to stop you…





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earthy_kat said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 6:23 pm
Lovely. Simply lovely.
 
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