Teardrops on my guitar

by disturbed one   Mar 5, 2007


Teardrops on my guitar

With a pick in my hand,
A guitar on my knee,
I strum the strings,
And play a sad melody,

The story tells of a boy,
With no one to hold,
When the lights go out,
And the nights get cold,

Thinking out my past,
My emotions run deep,
Childhood memories strike a chord,
Making me want to weep,

Something about this tune,
Is so realistically bizarre,
As I strum the final notes,
A teardrop falls on my guitar

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  • 15 years ago

    by Em

    I love how this poem comes together so easily. Lovely flow, lovely style, 5/5. Em x

  • 16 years ago

    by xxEvilAngelxx

    The last stanza is most definitely the best. The only thing I could find that needed improvement was the flow of a few of the lines. Other than that you have written yet another great poem. Good job!

  • 16 years ago

    by maria

    I play guitar and i had to read this because of that and the song teardrops on my guitar. i loved it. its one of those things that r sooo sad there wonderfly. keep writing =)

  • 16 years ago

    by A Phoenyx in Flight

    I like the title of this poem and it fits the poem perfectly i love it 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by xoOrdinaryGirlox

    Thankyou for your comments on my poems Distant and Boys Of Summer. Much appreciated.

    I like this poem. I can reli feel the emotion from it. 5/5. =D

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