Love in Your Strings
I love the way you close your eyes when you sing as your fingers find their way to the strings of your guitar. I love how you speak your heart out through a song. I love how love sound so delicate in your voice. I love how it seems too soft like it doesn't hide pain at all. I love how it taunts me to close my eyes and do the same. I love how it taunts me to get lost to the rhythm; to let myself drown in the perfection of your song.
I love the way you say your "I love you"s through music that I sometimes wish that those were for me; that every time you close your eyes and strum your guitar, it is I that you see.
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
