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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He was dealt a harsh life But he tuned it into something beautiful He’s electric, like the body of his lonely guitar He holds a soft heart, yet remains inscrutable He’s swayed by music, his swift fingers hitting each note He frets, then he avoids, scanning for escape He holds onto his pain, like the neck of his lonely guitar Taking space when vulnerability takes shape He won’t feel safe if you get too close His magnetic shield attracts only sound Strumming vibrations, like the pick-up of his lonely guitar His gift to us is his music, so profound He’ll dismiss you, then feel remorse when you’re gone A self-fulfilling prophecy from personalized neglect Pushing and pulling, like the whammy on his lonely guitar His tension alters the pitch in his need to protect He doesn’t want to lose you, but he won’t choose you He gauges his emotional regulation through every tune As he plucks at your heart, like the strings of his lonely guitar In his authentic tone that causes my soul to swoon He keeps himself busy to evade any reflection He’s only secure on the stage hearing fan’s cheers He’s divided his pitch, like the fret of his lonely guitar He’ll scale you back while he’s hiding his fears His riff is survival while suppressing his demons Yet he maintains perfect control set by the saddle Where he’s safely anchored, like the bridge of his lonely guitar His wall of silence is more deafening in his battle
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