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My Guitar Weeps
My guitar weeps its tears without refrain,
without refrain as its music plays out my pain.
Guitar, you interpret my pain in your vibrato,
a pain, that knows no happy outcome.
I shall drink waters of this fountain,
this fountain, poisoned, shall forever remain,
poisoned because my tears have fallen therein,
tears mixed with profound anguish.
It is anguish that overflows and colors
my hearts’ melodies without restraint,
no restraint can hold back this agony.
The agony goes without a name,
no name because to speak it aloud
gauges this ungodly, festering wound,
a wound so unbearably profound
that even healing has disdained it,
disdained it in such a merciless way
that it should remind me every day,
of the fateful day I gave you my love.
A love that you destroyed and left for dead,
reliving it’s death within the music I play,
play I shall for all to hear and weep,
weep as the plucked strings vibrate,
vibrate with the pain of love that I keep.
My guitars sentiments imbue the melody,
a melody that contains the sadness it weeps.
Gypsy Red
April 2012
without refrain as its music plays out my pain.
Guitar, you interpret my pain in your vibrato,
a pain, that knows no happy outcome.
I shall drink waters of this fountain,
this fountain, poisoned, shall forever remain,
poisoned because my tears have fallen therein,
tears mixed with profound anguish.
It is anguish that overflows and colors
my hearts’ melodies without restraint,
no restraint can hold back this agony.
The agony goes without a name,
no name because to speak it aloud
gauges this ungodly, festering wound,
a wound so unbearably profound
that even healing has disdained it,
disdained it in such a merciless way
that it should remind me every day,
of the fateful day I gave you my love.
A love that you destroyed and left for dead,
reliving it’s death within the music I play,
play I shall for all to hear and weep,
weep as the plucked strings vibrate,
vibrate with the pain of love that I keep.
My guitars sentiments imbue the melody,
a melody that contains the sadness it weeps.
Gypsy Red
April 2012
Published 23rd Apr 2012
| Edited 24th Apr 2012
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23rd Apr 2012 11:35pm
24th Apr 2012 4:16pm
Anonymous
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24th Apr 2012 1:20pm
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24th Apr 2012 4:18pm
Thank you miss Kitty glad you thought so("READS LIKE THE LYRICS TO A SONG") it was intended that way.
As the keys and notes played from the soul the body seems to take to an opera of feeling. You can not help but to be pulled into the trance of song. A song that can reference so many emotions. Great write my friend. Great write. Kudos to you
27th Apr 2012 00:07am
Thank you so very much my dearest friend I have missed you and your comments very much, it is great to see you again!
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2018 9:35am
26th Apr 2012 9:04pm
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27th Apr 2012 00:09am
Thanks pretty girl, no, unfortunately I do not play I wish I did,but love the music with an unending passion.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
18th May 2012 4:21pm
I want to sing this! I play guitar.. and I relate to this poem very much. Very well done. :) Thanks for the great read.
- Ryan
- Ryan
18th May 2012 5:04pm
Thank you Ryan, I am so glad that this piece could hit a cord within you, music runs in my family, writing as well, so this piece was heartfelt.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
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