Strumming with the waves
As they beat the shore
Lyrics about my time will come
I am going home
Wanting to see you one last time
Remembering all the good times with you
Your eyes the color of the sky
The land reminds me of how the heart pounds
Sitting in the sand writing songs
About that brown eyed girl
Finding the one
The one that haunts all those dreams
Echoing sounds across the tracks
Fading for me
The one you once wanted to spend forever with
Now you know forever
When ever she comes around
For now I will enjoy his lonely songs
The sound of the acoustic guitar
The gravely broken hearted voice
Singing his lonely song
Strumming with the waves
About that girl beyond gone
After a time the strummer fades
I remain catching a few last rays
2 comments:
My kind of poem! For I am just a busker ... a customary hustler ... slingin' my guitar where certain people gather ...
Thought you would enjoy this one.
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