Guitars

Guitars

A Poem by Ellen

You strum in seasons.

Building towards the sky with a

Yes, we did always like the jet black sky.

But let’s not go a roaming,

The night is made for loving and

Misquotations are made for beautiful people.

© 2014 Ellen


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Added on February 13, 2014
Last Updated on February 13, 2014
Tags: guitars, music, boy, love, byron, quotation, poetry