5 July 2012

I hear you strumming your guitar.

Singing, humming "La la la."

My eye lids heavy, watching in awe,

At the amazing talent that the song bore.

When you stopped playing my heart sunk,

You packed it away, in the trunk.

You looked at me with grave eyes.

That told me that he held back lies.

I could tell that he'd never play any more.

And that I'd never be, in music awe.

I asked him why, but he pushed me away.

I vowed not to push it, nothing to say.

But I'll always wonder, why he stopped,

The subject will remain and always be dropped.

OddGuitarist • Opuss № I