ME, YOUR GUITAR



you struck a chord in me,

and the string of lyrical spells

rushed between your fingertips;

a symphony flutters;

folded wings of a butterfly,

sit upon my heart;

you bend me in unspoken caress

I become pliant;

cradled under the crook of your deceptive arms,

I was admired.

what’s with my curves,

that you so mindful of?

I can spell more beauty,

just listen,

you’ll see.
















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poetvg's picture

BEAUTIFUL PIECE
I LOVED ALL OF IT

Starward's picture

This is beautiful, exquisitely beautiful!


Starward