Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Teardrops On My Guitar
Music playing in my room,
Rain pouring outside the window.
The light of a quarter moon,
Shimmering tears rundown from a widow.
I have a guitar,
playing our favorite song in the month of June.
The leaves of the Cedar,
swaying and singing with the tune.
Teardrops on my guitar,
I realize that you are truly my love.
No way, just stare at the stars
Fly our memories with a dove.
Wayback June 25, 2009.
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