Guitar

You strum your guitar,
Not realizing how much it hurts to hear.
A sound once so comforting,
now tainted with bittersweet memories.
The music you create is so beautiful.
Once upon a time, it healed a broken heart.
Now it breaks it all over again.
But I can’t stop listening.
You need to keep playing.
We both need it.
Together.
It makes everything better and worse
All at the same time.





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2010 at 10:01 am
Lovely poem! And a very clever metaphor. Coincidentally, the first two lines describe my guitar playing.
 
BeautifulXWallflower replied...
Aug. 7, 2010 at 11:38 am

Thank you so much =)

 

 
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