"Old Guitar Thing"A Poem by Rache DavidI played it, yet it didn't reach you.Twisting
peg for tuning Facile
strum of the string Sharp,
major to minor, A to G Sound
of notes comes to flee Yet
anguish will remain Even
our theme song starts to end For
irrevocable fate grasps no change And
like the notes, you’re out of range On
this rocking chair, unable pull love’s string So,
I’m alone with my old guitar thing.
© 2014 Rache DavidReviews
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StatsAuthorRache DavidNCR, PhilippinesAboutI'm a psychology graduate. I'm 20 years old. I love reading English novels and love to listen to classical musics. I love exploring things. Because I believe there's something more astounding and eth.. more..Writing
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