Folded away
In his worn gig case
Poetic dismay
With lipstick trace
Guitar strings
Tangled romance
Perfume wisps
Infuse his amps
How could he know
Hers would be the dance
Ebbing the flow
Of his tide’s expanse
Next life, we’ll belong
I’ll find my chord
Within your song
In tune, keeping time
Upon your shore
Harmonies entwine
Chasing your sunburst
Through moonbeams
I’ll look for you first
First, remember me
This is so pretty it hurts.
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Thank you so much, O’meed, that means a lot to me. I’m touched.
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Reblogged this on According to Mr. Flying Pig and commented:
I saw this a few days ago. I liked it so much, I knew I had to repost it. Since I have nothing new of my own at the moment, here it is.
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Thank you for the reblog, Mr. FP! I’m very happy that you enjoyed this one.
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