Guitar String
It's a chord
easily struck, softly strummed
hovering on a mind obsessed possesed
delusional hums,
pining emotions,
feelings, love, heartache on the run.
Play a song for me,
slow then hurry
on flightless wings
hidden meanings on the tightened guitar strings
vibrating in the air
fuzzy, delightfully whimsical
dreams of love and desire
hanging on the crevice in the pinnacle,
like a needle
threading through
the eyes of the heart,
clear and pure yet sightless,
let the melody play
vibrant,
focused and demure.
Hear the music,
listen well,
play it on your heartstrings,
the rhythmic marmalade
of uplifted swells
the blissful timbre
of the resonant stringed guitar spell.
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