As though my soul were a guitar,
And he played my every string.
Sometimes his words,
Reverberating.
In harmony.
Other days,
The notes vibrating.
In a cacophony of brilliant discord.
As he played my soul for me.
As though my soul were a guitar,
And he played my every string.
Sometimes his words,
Reverberating.
In harmony.
Other days,
The notes vibrating.
In a cacophony of brilliant discord.
As he played my soul for me.
Write back at 'em 