The strum has gone
The string now broken
For years we played
The same old tunes
The rules were never broken
The rhythm always the same
The memories we made like music
like we could never be broken
Like we were dancing in the abbey
It's time to put the guitar down
Sell it
Hang up in the attic
Or restring it yet again
And
together we just may make it
Work
But it's too late you said
The string has strummed
It's day is done
Let's throw out this old relic
Loved the strings/guitar concept. "It's time to put the guitar down, Sell it, Hang up in the attic, Or restring it yet again, And together we just may make it
work" I feel selling it relates to blowing up and being terrible exs, telling nasty stories, spreading rumors. Hang up is just to let it all go and end it peacefully. And restring is to reignite the flame kinda deal. You were able to bring meaning to it all and that's really impressive! Thanks for sharing!
Loved the strings/guitar concept. "It's time to put the guitar down, Sell it, Hang up in the attic, Or restring it yet again, And together we just may make it
work" I feel selling it relates to blowing up and being terrible exs, telling nasty stories, spreading rumors. Hang up is just to let it all go and end it peacefully. And restring is to reignite the flame kinda deal. You were able to bring meaning to it all and that's really impressive! Thanks for sharing!
Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..