Floating through the world of guitar string souls
Where sorrow coated memories mend the broken strings of old
Treacherous their longing
Their hearts the only foe
Imprisoned by the melodies their weeping tears compose
The true lands of the lost
For they wish to never be found
Drowning in the depths of ink that kiss the crying ground
Fated to burn in self-kindled flames with the sentence of eternity
Destined to reap the broken tunes of fallen love
..Eternally..
The heart of a poet
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ha daymn!
“Imprisoned by the melodies their weeping tears compose” is nothing short of sublime, along with the rest of this piece. This is a great reminder of why I love to read. This is what I would consider a masterpiece :’)
This is some great stuff! Now that’s poetry!
now this is an example of a masterpiece..
Wow! This is so amazing, love the original metaphorical lines.
This is by far my favorite though! Like so much so I read it to myself quietly, then out loud, then to my husband. Beautiful work, excited to read more.
Reading it that many times says a lot!
Thank you for gracing me with your comment, friend
The part about your husband made me chuckle 🙂
Peace, love, and joy✌🏼