The guitar you said you'd teach me
Lies lonely in my room
I can't bring myself to touch it
My heart is out of tune
You left no note explaining why
You offered no farewell
For me, the days since then have been
A quiet tour through hell
Missing you is like breathing
I do it every day
Wondering what I could've done
That would've made you stay
Tears erode the pain a little
But can't erase the grief
When I see your face in Heaven,
I'll finally know relief
One day I may, at long last, learn
To play that old guitar.
For now, it just reminds my heart
How dear to me you are.
Missing you is like breathing
I do it every day
Wondering what I could've done
That would've made you stay
About the Creator
D'Shan Berry
I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
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