27 January 2013

I'll pick up my old guitar,

Bruised neck and crying strings,

And play, play, play,

My tears away,

And hope tomorrow brings

Lighter thoughts and better days,

Where happiness may dwell;

I've been a mess

Since the day you left

With only my guitar to tell.

So I'll sing a song of all that's ill,

Of how my heart does long

To see your eyes and kiss your lips;

For my guitar to play your song.

Irrational_KimmiAcoustic Blues • Opuss № I