Strings This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


Many an hour, many aday
I sit down with the desire to just get away
I wield my guitar with theutmost of care
And my fingers place themselves, I need not tell themwhere
They know the strings better than my eyes ever could
And they driftto the places and strings that they should
As I sing and I play across thestrings my fingers dance
And I pick away viciously at them with my otherhand
The hours seem like minutes when I dance on the strings
And sing alongrandom songs about love and such things
My fingertips bleed by the time thatI'm through
But that doesn't stop me, and I sing of what I once knew
As Istrum those strings violently with tender care
I dream of the love insidethat's no longer there
So I continue to play as the strings take theirtoll
On the empty space between my heart and my soul
The music reminds meof the things I had to cherish in days past
But in the end, like this song,good things never last ...
And I let the pick go, and my fingers slide off thestrings until tomorrow.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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