Pick those strings
Like last time
I'll listen while you play
All my pain,
dying away
Stroke my neck
Like before
I'll sleep while you're on guard
Only calm,
in my heart
I own a fake version of you
Who comes out when it's dark
It's only a ghost
I know
How do I let go of you
When your things are still here
When your songs still play
And all that was glorious stings
The first two stanzas sent me shivers, and thats a REALLY good thing! Holy F**k , Becc, this is piece is the best I've read in a really, really, really long time! Its only sad to know it came out of something real. I love you
ReplyDelete"How do I let go of you
When your things are still here
When your songs still play"
*faints*
Haha that's odd, I found it quite trivial even while writing it. But it just needed to come out somehow. ^^ Thanks beavs. I'm most happy with the last sentence actually =)
ReplyDeleteLove you too!!