
Each note he plays, a tearful lament,
For his lover's absence, a void that's never spent.
The melodies, like whispers, drift through the air,
Expressing the anguish he can no longer bear.
His guitar weeps in harmony with his soul,
As memories of love surge and take control.
The music, a vessel for his grieving heart,
An outlet for emotions that tear him apart.
Strings resonate with the echoes of pain,
As he mourns the loss, like an eternal rain.
Yet amidst the sorrow, his love still thrives,
In the haunting melodies where his spirit survives.
Through his guitar's sorrowful cries, he finds release,
A cathartic solace that offers him peace.
In the depths of grief, his love he'll forever keep,
As his guitar weeps, his soul continues to seek.
About the Creator
Crisszia
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions




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