6 Strings

I play these strings
Find myself sing
There’s a song
Made me cry for so long.

Like a national anthem
We sing it to them
Heart is broken
Still hear it’s beating!

Drops of my tears
Fall on my guitar
A hymn to cry on
Can’t seem to move on.

How did my strings
Take me to old things?
Things I regret
Can’t seem to forget.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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