The Guitarist
weapon of choice? Heart Strings
I remember getting to close, allowing her to take control of my heart strings.
She strings me along with whatever pain her song brings.
My heart fiends... For her touch still.
I was not made to be played like this, and yet you still play. Knowing that strings like mine are a dime a dozen.
You know this hurts me,
But I am expected to act like it doesn't
And That's okay...
After all I am use to it.
I guess I can deal with how I'm being played, as long as its only you doing it.
So Please...
By all means...
Play your most painful song.
And...
If it seems like I'm breaking...
Please...
By all means...
Play on.
About the Creator
The Incurable Antidote
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