His Lonely Guitar
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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