Friday, February 20, 2009

You're plucking away at the strings of my heart
Like it's your very own instrument
Your guitar tuned exactly how you like it
As you play your newly created song
My strings get worn in
They're wearing through
Wearing thin
I don't know how much longer I can go like this
Your fingers play so beautifully,
but only for yourself
It's leading to my destruction
My thoughts could be your lyrics,
but would you even listen?
Doubtful.
I'll be singing until my throat bleeds.
And you'll be playing long after my strings have been ripped apart.
Long after I exist.

5 comments:

Louis said...

That is incredibly powerful, thank you!

C.S. Perry said...

Your recent spate of musical themes troubles me.

Tale a long, hot shower (not bath) and sing a soft, subtle song over the water.
Just see what comes out.
Then...pack and bag and head South.

You can never go wrong with that.

Scott Anders said...

This is really good. The reason it is so good is because it is so personal. It is great to see such creativity but it saddens me that it is so melancholy.

C.S. Perry said...

The Picture?
Yeah. I swiped it.

Lake Tahoe Dan said...

incredible! do not let yourself be controlled, there is no love in that and it saps positive energy. I do not think he will ever listen till he learns to love unconditionally. Stop the bleeding.