My neck is sore, it yearns for touch
To be held once again is what I desire
My hollow body longs for such
Passion in the hands of the one I admire
I’ve been silent too long
Once a loud, eager soul
Diminished to a silent song
No thoughts echo from my hole
The strings of my heart are soon to decay
Out of tune, I no longer sing a sweet sound
My voice is sickly, my melodies are grey
An instrument is able to frown
I’ve been left out to warp
Oh, how my life is now agony
My frets were clear and sharp
Now I fret without harmony
To be loved and cherished
It’s what makes any guitar feel finer
A lonely guitar is soon to perish
A lonely guitar feels like E minor
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Photo Credit: Lava Music
